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jay critch - lamar jackson lyrics

[intro]
ey, yo, jason, turn it up
ey
hood fave
i can’t play no games, i know my worth, feel like lamar jackson

[verse]
put me anywhere on god’s green earth, and i’ma make it work (make it work)
money flowin’, watch how they get thirsty (they get thirsty)
and these n+ggas say they in they bag, it’s tory burch (tory burch)
i been in my birkin, she can’t get a birkin, don’t deserve it (don’t deserve it)
them boys don’t put no work in (nah)
i swear it feel like they losin’ on purpose (they losin’ on purpose)
i hear the birds talkin’, yeah, they chirpin’ (chirpin’)
but they ain’t gettin’ no paper (no paper)
baddie pull up, big body suburban (baddiе)
a pretty young thing, but she take pеrkys (hey)
it’s like she was a olay (olay)
i ran out, ain’t doin’ no favors (no favors)
from the block, now i be on the stages, got them hoes waitin’ (hoes waitin’)
money bring more problems, so when they hate me, i get more paper (more paper)
money bring more problems, i could tell why they don’t like me (i could tell)
i stopped hittin’ juggs but for that brr, i do boy sheisty (for that brr)
still got rackys in the shoe box like it’s some old nikes (new pack)
forty thousand for the lawyer fees (lawyer)
ain’t crying ’bout that sh+t ’cause we got more of these (more)
i separate myself ’cause they annoyin’ me (annoyin’ me)
they could keep the love, just give me loyalty (yeah)
straight up out the hood, we live like royalty
kidnap a p+ssy rapper for his royalties (p+ssy)
i ain’t satisfied, i need a billy
like, let’s go fill up the bag, this sh+t look low to me (sh+t look low)
bad b+tch from the block said she was over me (baddie)
bad b+tch from the block, like she got to smoke wit’ me (huh)
i hit that, she like: “choke me” (huh)
she eat it up, she so freaky (yeah), but she don’t go wit’ me
that first rollie was a trophy, i could cop a richie for no reason (no reason)
gold bottles and gold pieces, how the h+ll ain’t the mvp? (gold pieces)
i’ve be puttin’ numbers up the whole season (whole season)
diamonds punching, i’m with the bloodie, like my nose bleedin’ (hey)
hood fave, i’m just cut different, it ain’t no secret (hood fave)
they ain’t playin’ through no speakers, that boy ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ my old leaks (stupid)
he a gangster, why he post me? (why?)
i was gon’ violate, they was like: “chill, critch, that’s od” (chill, critch)
f+ck the shooters, still go and see ’em (f+ck it)
n+gga hatin’ and i’m on a bm
beam wit’ me but i’m in the benz (beam)
pour the lean, mix it up, blend it (lean)
ease wit’ me, tell her bring a friend (ease)
how you sleep? money don’t rest (how?)
can’t lose, man, it can’t happen (nah)
my opps don’t go no motion, my opps don’t get no action (broke)
i can’t play no games, know what i’m worth, feel like lamar jackson
double cup so good, i took a sip, and then i start smackin’ (drank)
i learn that since young, they don’t respect words, gotta start smackin’ (smack ’em up)
n+ggas had they run, it’s time to wrap it up though, start packin’ (wrap it up)
i want every dollar, every hundred, money overlappin’ (yeah)
i want every b+tch under the sun, my hoes too attractive (hey)

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