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1takejay – come around lyrics

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[intro: 1take jay]
aight
wait, hol’ up
i’m finna turn this b-tch up, ayy

[chorus: 1takejay]
all the hoes stop and stare when i come around (you see?)
i hang with all g’s like i bang jordan downs (bop)
f-ck a relationship, i just want to f-ck around
’cause you a bozo, and b-tch, i can’t cuff a clown (bleed ’em)
all the hoes stop and stare when i come around (that part)
i hang with all g’s like i bang jordan downs (b-tch)
f-ck a relationship, i just want to f-ck around
’cause you a bozo, and b-tch, i can’t cuff a clown

[verse 1: 1takejay]
show me that it’s real, b-tch, tat’ a n-gga logo
1take stamped on your -ss in a photo
these n-ggas pillow-talking so i gotta ride solo
like why you always worried ’bout my d-ck? n-ggas h0m-
do the speed limit ’cause we ridin’ in a stolo
we slide two doors but, nah n-gga, this a four door
stop thinkin’ ’bout me, live your life, b-tch, yolo
that n-gga pump fakin’, call that n-gga tony romo
i cracked her last week, bop, bleed ’em, it was all cool
stop at louisiana, baby, we can hit the mall too
i put that d-ck in her, now she askin’ who i talk to
lace up, ’cause b-tch, you always trippin’ when i call you
i like what you be doin’ on the d-ck like who taught you?
three strikes, you out, but you got -ss, i’ma stall you
pull up, wave, parade when i walk through
and b-tch, don’t even call a n-gga phone ‘less i call you (you hear me?)

[chorus: 1takejay]
all the hoes stop and stare when i come around (you see?)
i hang with all g’s like i bang jordan downs (bop)
f-ck a relationship, i just want to f-ck around
’cause you a bozo, and b-tch, i can’t cuff a clown (bleed ’em)
all the hoes stop and stare when i come around (that part)
i hang with all g’s like i bang jordan downs (b-tch)
f-ck a relationship, i just want to f-ck around
’cause you a bozo, and b-tch, i can’t cuff a clown

[verse 2: 1taket–zy]
my b-tch bad and she foreign like my dashboard
got these b-tches payin’ my fees like i’m a landlord (baby)
they want smoke so we gon’ give ’em what they ask for
yeah i’m trippin’ with that glock, that’s my p-ssport (ayy, p-ssy)
b-tch, i push it to the limit like i’m rick ross (rick ross)
you a rapper, i don’t rap, i just sh-t talk (sh-t talk)
yeah, i was broke but now i’m ballin’ like i’m chris paul (chris paul)
that lean got me sittin’ low like i’m paul wall (leanin’)
keep them hundreds in the pocket like they drew brees (drew brees)
b-tch, i’m shoutin’ out, “hop out,” they like, “who he?”
i’m surrounded by some g’s, b-tch, i’m gucci
the only time i take an l is buyin’ louis
i been plottin’ on my wrist, i want a plain jane
i said f-ck it, bought a whip that cost the same thing (same thing)
b-tch, i’m married to the money, need a wedding ring (yeah)
i’m a hot boy like birdman and lil wayne, p-ssy

[chorus: 1takejay]
all the hoes stop and stare when i come around (you see?)
i hang with all g’s like i bang jordan downs (bop)
f-ck a relationship, i just want to f-ck around
’cause you a bozo, and b-tch, i can’t cuff a clown (bleed ’em)
all the hoes stop and stare when i come around (that part)
i hang with all g’s like i bang jordan downs (b-tch)
f-ck a relationship, i just want to f-ck around
’cause you a bozo, and b-tch, i can’t cuff a clown