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jay squared - olive lyrics

[intro with hiiighroglitch]

aye bro, what’s the nig
uh, i just got a real quick question
it’s just like, why is it that you just be obsessing over these girls
i mean like, come on man
but if you like it, i love it

[pre chorus]

if you like it i love it
if you like it i love it
if you like it i love it
if you like it i.. love it. 2x

[verse 1]

crash-landed where it’s filled with dope poverty cashing
metal arm, bad man, soldier b-tch i want the jacksons
rolling slower than the speed limit in swerving traffic
stopping time, rewind to find my self and my holy p-ssion
booty strippers, hennessy and carties get the party started
cocoa b-tter black skinneded women on 8 and harper
westsider, riding dolo coney trippin’ with 11 dollars
chicken tender salad, share it with my family y’all can’t understand me

[chorus]

i love it
i love it
i love it
yeah
i love it
i love it
i love you
yeah
k!lling yourself when divided
loving just god & the squad

[verse 2 with whyandotte]

round and round the merry go
there he go, with his shawty lo’
baby ratchet, flapjacks smackin’ on the kitchen floor
baby let me know, formula, warning ya
don’t be swaying in the morning bruh
she’ll cut those five fingers off
i love the way that she feel, yeah
i love the way that it moves, yeah
i love the cadence and shaking and breaking the points
everything that she do, yeah
i make it do what it does, yeah
i make it do what it does, yeah
keep it locked down like a drug, yeah
baby girl know i got love, yeah

[chorus]

[verse 3 with atlas]

yo, f-ck it homie i be staying in
game over, watch me play again
falling deep in love with cadences
patience is not a virtue, why you labeling?
none of my homies been aiming in
none of my homies got hate in they hearts
it’s all love where i come from, ‘less you talkin’ sh-t and then we make you depart
my whole conglomerate taking the globe, paving the road and
(i don’t know y’all)
i got homies who paint and can sculpt turn pages to poetry
(i don’t know y’all)
if you ain’t in with the clique, don’t act like you slick b-tch
(i don’t know y’all)
arms are open to the closest folks, hope you going ghost though ’cause
(i don’t know y’all)

[chorus]

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