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d3mo - jeremy lin lyrics

chorus (x2):

mackin’ on these b-tches, feelin’ like i was bernie’s kin/
i’m shootin’ rockets at yo b-tch -ss, like i’m jeremy lin/
i’m playin’ my point, no need for me to back it up/
i’m an all-star baller, that’s why my haters be mad as f-ck/

verse 1:

wrinkles on my fo’head, thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ mo’ bread/
you tryin’a f-ck wit’ my money, dawg i dare you – go ahead/
get bodied on a beat twice, just to make sure that you dead/
n i promised my team when that i eat, they all gone get fed/
(huh) metaphors wit’ plenty force, punchlines that’ll knock ya out/
i came for one thing to take the crown, n you won’t knock me down/
cause i been knocked around, but got right back on my feet/
you’d think i came from royalty, the way these rappers bow to me/
ya i’m a king b-tch, always on my king sh-t/
lacin’ tracks wit’ the dopest flow, so i don’t needa sing sh-t/
the front runner in this race, i’m goin’ in b-tch/
ya’ll still at start, while i’m standin’ here at finish/
i draw the line, at settin’ the bar high/
twenty four seven grind, i don’t do it part time/
i only shoot for legendary, anything less is failure/
n to anyone who doubted me, i swear that i won’t spare ya (ahh)/

chorus (x2):

mackin’ on these b-tches, feelin’ like i was bernie’s kin/
i’m shootin’ rockets at yo b-tch -ss, like i’m jeremy lin/
i’m playin my point, no need for me to back it up/
i’m an all-star baller, that’s why my haters be mad as f-ck/

verse 2:

skinny cracker rapper, but i wear a wife beater/
snapbacks n camo shorts, rockin’ white sneakers/
i write heaters, rhymes that’ll leave your mind blown/
f-cked in the head, girl i’ll get you mind boned/
i’m ’bout my business, these snakes better mind their own/
cause i’ll put you on guillotine, if you step up in my zone/
cut ya f-ckin’ head off, my dawgs be lettin’ lead pop/
bat-bat verbal ammunition, that’ll make ya bedrock/
nah that’s me f-ckin’ you b-tch, she said i do it right/
i put in work i put in work, ya we f-ck all night/
she likes my style n my music, but she ain’t my type/
i’m lookin’ for a nice chick, that i can wife/
n bring home to my momma, i ain’t about the drama/
i’m out here schemin’ n grindin’, on how to get these commas/
miami music ent, we got the palm tree/
libra scale meet me in h-ll, mobbin’ wit’ my homies/

chorus (x2):

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