SahBabii - Jody Kurosaki lyrics
[SahBabii - Jody Kurosaki lyrics]
(B2 too official)
Sometimes I wanna leave
(Leave) , they don't understand (Stand)
All I see is greed
(Greed) , how the fuck you my mans? (Mans)
And, bitch, you ain't my friend if we
Ain't wear the same pants (Pants)
I'm 'bout to take off this nigga top
I can't trust him (I can't trust him)
Sitting right behind this nigga
Should I bust him? (Should I bust him?)
Paint pictures in my head
I see the nigga bloody (See him bloody)
Paint pictures in my head
I know this shit disgusting (I know it is)
I keep it solid, if you
Can't do the same, well, fuck you
(Fuck you)
I'm racing to this cash, and bitch
I'm tryna dust you (Dust you)
I feel like that my soul
Burning just like Usher (Just like Usher)
Nigga talk crazy
Dip off in his shit like mustard
(Just like mustard)
I was riding the bus thinking
"When I'ma get my own car?" (My own car)
Get where I need to be
I swear I ain't makin' no stops (No stops)
Betrayal, that's that shit that make
A nigga soul stop (My soul stop)
Like I forgot my underwear
I'm ridin' with that pole out
(That pole out) smokin' weed
(yeah) , real depressed (yeah) , bitch
It's cold here (Cold here)
That pussy bald head
(yeah) , she got them toes out (yeah, yeah)
Every time I'm ridin' in some bullshit
The hoes out (The hoes out)
That's just how the world work
It don't go your way (Go your way)
I gotta go my own way (My own way)
I ain't had no motherfuckin' ride
Had to take the long way (The long way)
Wasn't nobody in my corner
I took the strong way (The strong way)
Put a hole in his chest, he got his soul ate
(His soul ate)
They tryna eat a nigga soul
(yeah, yeah, soul)
I'ma fight back like Ichigo, I can't go
(I can't go)
I didn't know how to whip dope
So I robbed the stores (Robbed the stores)
Like Jody off of Baby Boy
I was sellin' clothes
I can be your Jody, you can be my Yvette
(yeah, yeah)
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public
Make these little bitches mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Like Jody off of Baby Boy
I'm arguing with my BM (BM)
Every time she find that phone
She tryna check that DM (Check that DM)
Them bitches actin' like they know me
(yeah)
But I never seen 'em (Never seen 'em)
I'm just boolin' like a turtle
(Turtle, turtle)
But she think I'm cheating (Cheating)
She say her pussy Lamborghini
And them bitches Kia (Kia)
I need a bitch that's gon'
Slide just like Rukia (Kia)
I can make that ass grow
(yeah) , Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia (yeah, yeah)
She poppin' pills, gettin' freaky
Told the bitch to chill (Chill)
Like Yvette, lil' baby tryna sniff my dick
She say I fuck real good and I'm
The one that made her thick
She gon' make them tacos and
We gon' get it in (Get it in)
While she make them tacos, I'ma put it in
(yeah)
They tryna eat a nigga soul
(yeah, yeah, soul)
I'ma fight back like Ichigo, I can't go
(I can't go)
I didn't know how to whip dope
So I robbed the stores (Robbed the stores)
Like Jody off of Baby Boy
I was sellin' clothes (His soul ate)
I can be your Jody, you can be my Yvette
(yeah, yeah)
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public
Make these little bitches mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Sometimes I wanna leave
(Leave) , they don't understand (Stand)
All I see is greed
(Greed) , how the fuck you my mans? (Mans)
And, bitch, you ain't my friend if we
Ain't wear the same pants (Pants)
I'm 'bout to take off this nigga top
I can't trust him (I can't trust him)
Sitting right behind this nigga
Should I bust him? (Should I bust him?)
Paint pictures in my head
I see the nigga bloody (See him bloody)
Paint pictures in my head
I know this shit disgusting (I know it is)
I keep it solid, if you
Can't do the same, well, fuck you
(Fuck you)
I'm racing to this cash, and bitch
I'm tryna dust you (Dust you)
I feel like that my soul
Burning just like Usher (Just like Usher)
Nigga talk crazy
Dip off in his shit like mustard
(Just like mustard)
I was riding the bus thinking
"When I'ma get my own car?" (My own car)
Get where I need to be
I swear I ain't makin' no stops (No stops)
Betrayal, that's that shit that make
A nigga soul stop (My soul stop)
Like I forgot my underwear
I'm ridin' with that pole out
(That pole out) smokin' weed
(yeah) , real depressed (yeah) , bitch
It's cold here (Cold here)
That pussy bald head
(yeah) , she got them toes out (yeah, yeah)
Every time I'm ridin' in some bullshit
The hoes out (The hoes out)
That's just how the world work
It don't go your way (Go your way)
I gotta go my own way (My own way)
I ain't had no motherfuckin' ride
Had to take the long way (The long way)
Wasn't nobody in my corner
I took the strong way (The strong way)
Put a hole in his chest, he got his soul ate
(His soul ate)
They tryna eat a nigga soul
(yeah, yeah, soul)
I'ma fight back like Ichigo, I can't go
(I can't go)
I didn't know how to whip dope
So I robbed the stores (Robbed the stores)
Like Jody off of Baby Boy
I was sellin' clothes
I can be your Jody, you can be my Yvette
(yeah, yeah)
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public
Make these little bitches mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Like Jody off of Baby Boy
I'm arguing with my BM (BM)
Every time she find that phone
She tryna check that DM (Check that DM)
Them bitches actin' like they know me
(yeah)
But I never seen 'em (Never seen 'em)
I'm just boolin' like a turtle
(Turtle, turtle)
But she think I'm cheating (Cheating)
She say her pussy Lamborghini
And them bitches Kia (Kia)
I need a bitch that's gon'
Slide just like Rukia (Kia)
I can make that ass grow
(yeah) , Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia (yeah, yeah)
She poppin' pills, gettin' freaky
Told the bitch to chill (Chill)
Like Yvette, lil' baby tryna sniff my dick
She say I fuck real good and I'm
The one that made her thick
She gon' make them tacos and
We gon' get it in (Get it in)
While she make them tacos, I'ma put it in
(yeah)
They tryna eat a nigga soul
(yeah, yeah, soul)
I'ma fight back like Ichigo, I can't go
(I can't go)
I didn't know how to whip dope
So I robbed the stores (Robbed the stores)
Like Jody off of Baby Boy
I was sellin' clothes (His soul ate)
I can be your Jody, you can be my Yvette
(yeah, yeah)
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public
Make these little bitches mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah