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jaybankk – mike’s son’s lyrics

[tag]
hey bankk
d+mn jay
cashcali on the track boy

[chorus]
baby why you do this, sh+t was all fake it was just an illusion
how you give brain but always moving clueless
if you want me baby you gon do it
in a foreign bumpin all this music
sh+t don’t amaze me why you movin’ stupid
like f+ck all your feelings baby i just poofed it
had to fix my mind you was making me lose it

[verse: jaybankk]
(baby what you mean?)
not gettin no burkin you not worth celine
movin’ like a n+gga of the lean
trynna take a picture i told the b+tch cheese
like bounce it baby shake it through them jeans
n+ggas really hating cause my wrist on freeze
like i ain’t no future but “i got the keys”
trynna act, crash+out you gon end up decesed
wanna meet this gun, like i told a lil n+gga don’t run
keep it face to face if it’s a one on one
like you know i gotta get it done
i know brody shootin’ out the drum
dont try to get jiggy we not havin’ fun
like he try to act up, so my ‘ooter go dumb
n+ggas politick never on nun’
[verse 2: lace god]
it’s a suicide mission, we diving in her ocean
mind games i can’t control it, new blunt i smoked she roll it
now i’m up in my emotions
beat from the back i ain’t using no trojan
buss on her back rub it in like it’s lotion (this b+tch is nasty)
bad b+tch rose with a sister named ashley
linked up one day beat em both in the back seat (sh+ts was crazy)
then i put em in a taxi
i only f+ck with freaks, get some head from lisa
teacher was throwin them cheeks up
me and yana got caught in the bleachers
im a cool n+gga f+ckin’ with diva’s, we f+ckin but i gotta leave ya
that p+ssy way too fine, its on my mind but i don’t need ya
.40 gon’ boom like the speakers
i ain’t worried cause we spinnin’ either
when i f+ck she got me on the speakers
that p+ssy hurricane katrina

[chorus]

baby why you do this, sh+t was all fake it was just an illusion
how you give brain but always moving clueless
if you want me baby you gon do it
in a foreign bumpin all this music
sh+t don’t amaze me why you movin’ stupid
like f+ck all your feelings baby i just poofed it
had to fix my mind you was making me lose it
[refrain]
if you want me baby you gon do it
in a foreign bumpin all this music
sh+t doesn’t mix me why you movin’ stupid
like f+ck all your feelings baby i just proved it
had to fix my mind you was making me lose it

[verse 3: jaybankk]
i can’t be putting my mind to these b+tches
get rich or die trying ima get these digits
baby talk to me i’m asking if you feel it
don’t try to play me cause this sh+t can get wicked
puttin belt to ass we givin’ whipping
dive up in that p+ssy baby ima k!ll it
got a tuti put her in submission
i ain’t finished yet i’m completing the mission

[outro: jaybankk & lace god]
(with a sister named ashley)
(i only f+ck with freaks)
(teacher was throwin them cheeks up)

- jaybankk lyrics

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