Testo Lil X - Jay2
Testo della canzone Lil X (Jay2), tratta dall'album No Keyss
My new bitch
She got a lil temper
Got 2 personalities, Hannah Montana
Like toothpick, I get in the middle
I'm not sentimental
She "yessir", I'm General (Yeah yeah)
Lil hoe, she know I'ma dog
I eat bits and kibbles
I don't write, I scribble
I be with them animals, Doctor Dolittle
I put her in Prada of course, I be proud of her
I do too much, you niggas doin' too little
You going out sad 'bout a bitch
Where's the fiddle
I'm all in yo BM jaw
Like I do Dental
I'm all in yo baby mom, this bitch a rental
Twelve hundred
Yo stimulus check cost my denim
I'm rocking that Virgil and Louis that's principle
She showing me how it work
Feel like I'm mystical
I stopped eating meat, calamari and tentacles
Whoa
They plotted on me, so I started winning
They hate that I'm up
But that's none of they business
I don't give a fuck
Black Beatle like Lennon
I had to race to the bag like a relay
I'm running like Forrest Gump
Used to pinch penny
I'm from Chicago
We all carry sticks and them blicks
And we on that bullshit just like Benny
I got this extra sauce
My homie selling it soft
Don't do no tellin', yeah snitches get stitches
Leave you where we dropping you off
(Droppin' ya off)
Lil bitty bitches wan' come to the trenches
Might take her there on my day off
I just get money and stay out the fucking way
Pop a lil X, then I'm gone (Yeah)
My new bitch
She got a lil temper
Got 2 personalities, Hannah Montana
Like toothpick, I get in the middle
I'm not sentimental
She "yessir", I'm General (Yeah yeah)
Lil hoe, she know I'ma dog
I eat bits and kibbles
I don't write, I scribble
I be with them animals, Doctor Dolittle
I put her in Prada of course, I be proud of her
I do too much, you niggas doin' too little
You going out sad 'bout a bitch
Where's the fiddle
I'm all in yo BM jaw
Like I do Dental
I'm all in yo baby mom, this bitch a rental
Twelve hundred
Yo stimulus check cost my denim
I'm rocking that Virgil and Louis that's principle
She showing me how it work
Feel like I'm mystical
I stopped eating meat calamari and tentacles
Whoa
They plotted on me, so I started winning
They hate that I'm up
But that's none of they business
I don't give a fuck
Black Beatle like Lennon
I had to race to the bag like a relay
I'm running like Forrest Gump
Used to pinch penny
I'm from Chicago
We all carry sticks and them blicks
And we on that bullshit just like Benny
I got this extra sauce
My homie selling it soft
Don't do no tellin', yeah snitches get stitches
Leave you where we dropping you off
(Droppin' ya off)
Lil bitty bitches wan' come to the trenches
Might take her there on my day off
I just get money and stay out the fucking way
Pop a lil X, then I'm gone (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Smith
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