2 acessos
Quit jockin' my fresh.
Chorus:
Easily i approach
The microphone because i ain't no joke
Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts
She need to quit
"jockin' my fresh" - jay-z
Easily i could smoke
Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc
Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick
And she need to quit
"jockin' my fresh" - jay-z
Verse one:
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, brunier, the new sire
Each line, i think it's lightening
What you think is writin'
Is my ink ignitin'
I stole that from l
But i don't think it's bitin'
Beef is hidin' on side of the stage
Speakin' of fightin'
I write like i pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of dilla, proof, blade
A burial crusade
Venereal, flu, a.i.d.s.
I'm sick
I'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet
I'm sentimental
End up with your dental
Loose cave
Bitch we ain't friends
I ain't phoebe buffay
I'm a motherfuckin' +superstar+ like lupe
Get a lot of vagina
Stylin' like i'm a designer
Whoever hotter than me
I probably find them inside of me
Connected, i probably supply them it's eeeeeasy
Chorus
Verse two:
The product is like prada
A lotta shottas is stretchy
Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars
Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal
I'm the youth fountain on truth mountain on honest hill
Who's countin'?
I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill
Don't call me seven nine's cause i'm tryin' to find a bill(ion)
True is, who is down to kill
Old school like a buick bonneville
Suicide, do a lot of pills
You ain't got to kill
Beef is easy to me bitch
Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict g shit
Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped
Down to buck, llama tuck
Grind till you tired of us
I'm on your head like a yamaka
Chorus
Outro:
I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. number one. quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. number two. if you ain't feelin' me...you a fuckin' corn dog.