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jay kell - nola freestyle lyrics

[intro]
woo!
yeah, mango
mango, yeah
yeah
(mumbling)
on the beat like..

[freestyle]
somewhere in between
backpacking and trap rapping (yeah)
hash tagging, i got the play
you go ask madden (yeah)
black catting, yea n+gga
i’m bout to blow (ohh)
black catting, i got them j’s
up on my toes whoa
bad boy like black rob huh
man n+gga i’m on my job huh
uncle phil yea
i fill up banks (phillip banks) huh
and ain’t no shabba but
i got them ranks huh
lot of mud up on this side huh
in the kitchen yea wrist tired huh
girl do the choppa style, choppa style
chop chop choppa style huh
back up in louisiana (louisiana) huh
need a faygo need a fanta (need a fanta) huh
jerms keys on piano (keys)
did it by design
black and white panda (panda panda)
runnin runnin runnin
i done caught a cramp (ahh)
i got too much drip
clothes feeling damp (ahh)
(yeah) got the light on me
got the lamp (ahh)
i been outta town so much
i got a stamp (ohh)
kicked it oncе now
we don’t speak again (nah)
told her girl i’m sorry
nathan peterman (yeah)
fine as wine, u land
back on ya feet again (yeah)
we fly in real life
this ain’t peter pan (yeah)
yellabone she two tone (yeah yeah)
she go live she too grown (yeah yeah)
complain when it’s been too long (yeah yeah)
can’t wait it’s been two songs (yeah yeah)
two songs d+mn girl
that’s only six minutes
she a ig model
likes on six digits n+gga uh
next move better than
my last move
ex boo crazy
nuts, cashews
that ain’t good for you
n+gga fast food
came up on that wu tang
cash rules ha
i’m so high off the energy yeah
i don’t know what’s got into me yeah
i know they wanna put a end to me yeah
so i just pray for all my enemies yeah
say what’s on my mind
they feeling me yeah
this is my story
what the end’ll be yeah
live and let live
c’est la vie yeah
i pray to god
i live to seventy yeah
this what i waited my whole life for
never sold my soul
this is what i paid the price for (yeah)
conducted myself yea
i’m a living maestro
i bet on myself man
i had to roll the dice bro (ahh)
seven eleven, seven eleven
no gas but i got j’s
for days sevens, elevens unh
sippin purple haze
jam maze maybe devin (woo)
shot treys like klays yea
my teammates kevin’s (woo)
zaytoven, future
i went beast mode (beast mode)
marshawn lynch
i went beast mode (beast mode)
and i got to eat
i went feast mode
i got blessings i got blessings
i went priest mode (lord)
even as a juvie yea
i followed g codes
i’m good with the mob
who dat at my peepin in my peep hole
all i know is truth
paul pierce siegel
yea i’m cold, yea i’m cold
sub zero

[outro]
cooking in the kitchen i got filo
i’m so cold, plaid, summer time deebo
put it all together, stitch it up lilo
had the faith to go run it tim tebow
jerms on the beat like

- jay kell lyrics

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