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james jaay - april v2 lyrics

[intro: james jaay & emm]
that’s what i’m saying bro, i been tryna tell you this whole time
april fools
you’re thinkin’ about it the wrong way

[chorus: james jaay & emm]
i, i, gotta stay true (gotta stay true)
never fold up, yeah we was cool (yeah we was cool)
why you give up in the whole mood?
i don’t know what’s wrong with you (you)
it’s the first of april
april fools (fools)
so is you f+ckin’ with me?
or is we cool? ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh
[verse 1: emm]
i know that they talk on my back (my back)
“yo emm, your music is trash” (is trash)
i ain’t care, lil’ b+tch, yeah you wack (yeah, wack)
roll a check fifty, that’s a hunnid on stack (on stack)
i’m a aries, girl, what’s your zodiac? (but f+ck that)
you ain’t makin’ sense, yeah, give my quarter back
you stay trippin’, you need to relax
you added me on snap, and you never snap back (back)
if you wanna take a pic, get my angles
she grippin’ my neck like she strangle (strangle)
i don’t even know what you came for (came for)
on her knees like she pray, she ain’t faithful (she ain’t faithful)
got a whole different deck, i can’t fold (no i can’t fold)
she from mexico, take my pesos (take my pesos)
but i can’t let her get too close
i’ma hit her one time, then go ghost

[chorus: james jaay & emm]
i, i, gotta stay true (gotta stay true)
never fold up, yeah we was cool (yeah we was cool)
why you give up in the whole mood?
i don’t know what’s wrong with you (you)
it’s the first of april
april fools (fools)
so is you f+ckin’ with me?
or is we cool? ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh
[verse 2: james jaay]
i hate how you want me to flex you
you get home, i’m too high, i can’t text you (i can’t text you)
i swear you put me in the best mood (best mood)
but you only come ’round when it’s s+xual
i admit it, she know her a thing or two
when she hop in the coupe, she get in the mood (yeah)
she mix feelings up, like it’s a interlude (okay)
why you question me? this ain’t a interview (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
i been out of town for a month
i been tryna find myself, i couldn’t figure it out (figure it out)
i don’t know why she trippin’ me out (trippin’ me out)
i had to run up a check, i need bigger amounts (i need bigger amounts)
now she wanna figure me out
and then crop me right out the picture, i’m out (i’m out)
it don’t seem everything that it’s ’bout (it’s ’bout)
the gps said we went different routes
i been stuck in the booth, i can’t write nothin’ down (oh yeah)
all of my money come in by the pound
she call my phone that’s a sacred sound (oh yeah, oh yeah)
i can’t even pick up the phone, put it down

- james jaay lyrics

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