Sewerperson, JabariOnTheBeat - Bossd Up Freestyle lyrics
[Sewerperson, JabariOnTheBeat - Bossd Up Freestyle lyrics]
JabariOnTheBeat mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah
Uh, I'm charged up
Oh, it's funny when you front
Like you gon' harm us
My dawgs just got they stars up
Oh, it's funny 'til it's not and we mobbed up
And oh, I'm in a jam, what's the move?
Oh, he pop shit now?
You just a regular dude, be honest
He would hit me frequent for verses
Be honest and every time you fight your
Girl message me nonsense
I ain't even hit, but I know that I got it
And she know I got bands
He don't in my pocket
I remember days where they
Told me I'm dreamin'
Now I got bitches asking to
Take 'em to Neiman's
And they just want my money
Exchange for the semen
I tell 'em I been wifed and
My girl is a freak hands down her throat
She just want me to beast
She finna lick my hands and
My piece for the skeet
I'm hard, because I work everyday of the week
Two songs every year ain't making you cheeks
They voicing shit on Twitter
Instead of a beat that's why you a bum and
Your numbers are weak
Talk, I fill a cup with the Wock
I don't party 'cause I drink and
I smoke at the spot i don't fear 'em
I just fear on my habit's and God
Half these artists don't know shit but
To Tweet and to talk
When I'm home I just focus on trying to pop
I don't talk 'less it's something
'bout the music and guap
I'm cummin' in her hair while
You cum in a sock
She told me she in bed 'cause
Her back is in knots
That's just how it goes, Ion make the rules
I was not nice 'til I
Learned to use the tools
Playin' with my heart, pills in the brew
My left side numb, I don't know how to move
Okay, she say if I cancel she gon' hate me
Okay, I just push it back to the next week
Okay, yeah, I know it's rude but baby, IDC
Uh, I don't have a heart, just a heart beat
You ain't really poppin' 'til it's bare leaks
For a nice guy I've been on a mean streak
Versace chains run along on my silk sheets
Yeah, and my phones on
But I let her texts beep
Yeah
Uh, I'm charged up
Oh, it's funny when you front
Like you gon' harm us
My dawgs just got they stars up
Oh, it's funny 'til it's not and we mobbed up
And oh, I'm in a jam, what's the move?
Oh, he pop shit now?
You just a regular dude, be honest
He would hit me frequent for verses
Be honest and every time you fight your
Girl message me nonsense
I ain't even hit, but I know that I got it
And she know I got bands
He don't in my pocket
I remember days where they
Told me I'm dreamin'
Now I got bitches asking to
Take 'em to Neiman's
And they just want my money
Exchange for the semen
I tell 'em I been wifed and
My girl is a freak hands down her throat
She just want me to beast
She finna lick my hands and
My piece for the skeet
I'm hard, because I work everyday of the week
Two songs every year ain't making you cheeks
They voicing shit on Twitter
Instead of a beat that's why you a bum and
Your numbers are weak
Talk, I fill a cup with the Wock
I don't party 'cause I drink and
I smoke at the spot i don't fear 'em
I just fear on my habit's and God
Half these artists don't know shit but
To Tweet and to talk
When I'm home I just focus on trying to pop
I don't talk 'less it's something
'bout the music and guap
I'm cummin' in her hair while
You cum in a sock
She told me she in bed 'cause
Her back is in knots
That's just how it goes, Ion make the rules
I was not nice 'til I
Learned to use the tools
Playin' with my heart, pills in the brew
My left side numb, I don't know how to move
Okay, she say if I cancel she gon' hate me
Okay, I just push it back to the next week
Okay, yeah, I know it's rude but baby, IDC
Uh, I don't have a heart, just a heart beat
You ain't really poppin' 'til it's bare leaks
For a nice guy I've been on a mean streak
Versace chains run along on my silk sheets
Yeah, and my phones on
But I let her texts beep