Lola Monroe - You're A Jerk lyrics
[Lola Monroe - You're A Jerk lyrics]
You Can be a jerk I could be a jerk too
You can be a jerk I could be a jerk too
You can be a jerk I could be a jerk too
Attitude mean got 'em cryin' boo who
No cut cards when you need you get a clue
It's nothing to a Boss Bitch
This is what I do
Step up in the club and my bitches with me
They see me but I don't see he
Diamonds lookin' foggy and there's
Rent on my feet
So I read him three snaps
Now what is the take
Don't they know I'm way to fly-I-I
Money on my mind get me so high-I
My dope is my boo you the nigga on the side
Money make me cum you just kinda get me by
I didn't come to the club
To be booked by you
Lookin' at your Louis V's like
You think you fly too
Louis don't even make ma make them I do
Where ever they do that at you
Need a fuckin' fly clue
Cause I'm tryin' to put
You on to somethin'?
I'm tired of you lame ass niggas steppin'
Out with the fake shit on
Like Louis don't even make the
Big shirts with the LV's
All over 'em like and two
X's that's Italian Bitch
Like come on
Then you got the fake ass Gucci tennis
Shoes shiny as a mut ha fucka
Talkin' bout they came out last year
Bitch I know what came out
Last year you fradulent and
Phoney mutha fucka
How you wanna do this make it easier for you
A lame nigga shit I ain't really into
A nigga like you I would never ever screw
Got a dirty dirty dick hit
These bitches like a flu
I'm a tell you like a queen told me Fuck
These niggas like I strap on the D
I'm in in the club talkin' over the beat
Sendin' over cups is that
'posed to be sweet
Got bottle over here finna send one to you
Cause your bitch lookin' dry and
You lookin' real flu
Step up in the club and the club went mute
Way I got 'em gawkin' they
Might as well salute
You know how I do
You know how I do
It's nothin' to a Boss Bitch
You know how I do
On my shit like a fly bitch
You know how I do
You can be a jerk I could be a jerk too
You can be a jerk I could be a jerk too
Attitude mean got 'em cryin' boo who
No cut cards when you need you get a clue
It's nothing to a Boss Bitch
This is what I do
Step up in the club and my bitches with me
They see me but I don't see he
Diamonds lookin' foggy and there's
Rent on my feet
So I read him three snaps
Now what is the take
Don't they know I'm way to fly-I-I
Money on my mind get me so high-I
My dope is my boo you the nigga on the side
Money make me cum you just kinda get me by
I didn't come to the club
To be booked by you
Lookin' at your Louis V's like
You think you fly too
Louis don't even make ma make them I do
Where ever they do that at you
Need a fuckin' fly clue
Cause I'm tryin' to put
You on to somethin'?
I'm tired of you lame ass niggas steppin'
Out with the fake shit on
Like Louis don't even make the
Big shirts with the LV's
All over 'em like and two
X's that's Italian Bitch
Like come on
Then you got the fake ass Gucci tennis
Shoes shiny as a mut ha fucka
Talkin' bout they came out last year
Bitch I know what came out
Last year you fradulent and
Phoney mutha fucka
How you wanna do this make it easier for you
A lame nigga shit I ain't really into
A nigga like you I would never ever screw
Got a dirty dirty dick hit
These bitches like a flu
I'm a tell you like a queen told me Fuck
These niggas like I strap on the D
I'm in in the club talkin' over the beat
Sendin' over cups is that
'posed to be sweet
Got bottle over here finna send one to you
Cause your bitch lookin' dry and
You lookin' real flu
Step up in the club and the club went mute
Way I got 'em gawkin' they
Might as well salute
You know how I do
You know how I do
It's nothin' to a Boss Bitch
You know how I do
On my shit like a fly bitch
You know how I do