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jayybills - moab (feat. eli) lyrics

[intro: jayybills]
lessgo, it’s a m.o.a.b
2 times, 30k sh-t, jayybills
25 and up, tray savage on that motherf-cker, leggo
pipe up, slatt, b-tch!
[hook: jayybills]
i already know that
you ain’t gotta tell me sh-t, desert eagle f-ck up my wrist
because of the blowback
see a n-gg- drip like this, how the f-ck i get so crispy
i need a b-tch like a m.o.a.b
25 and she the bomb, she gon’ k!ll every b-tch in the city
she tryna f-ck, we in public i’m with it
that p-ssy so tight i can’t motherf-cking feel it
[verse: jayybills]
i know a lil n-gg- who be talking too much, imma put me some holes in his fitted
we smokin’ motormouth
he got that motor mouth
we finna make the lil motherf-cker st-tch it
big 30k, i kept 30 clips, up & extend it (fa, fa, fa, fa!)
that b-tch act like she don’t wanna f-ck me i can’t lie i’m offended (b-tch!)
i don’t even really give no f-ck, she ain’t even finna play with my image (not my image)
when i make me this quick lil buck h-ll nah you can’t get no percentage
me and my motherf-cking brothers too solid, them lil n-gg-s like s-m-nt
i meant to say cement
get it poppin at whatever event
leave a b-tch like a paraplegic
how you mad at yo hoe tryna show off her cleavage
she f-ck jayybills can’t believe it
ol’ aggressive -ss b-tch, hit me and i’m callin’ shakeya
breakin’ sh-t down i would not wanna be ya
i just flirt a lot, b-tch don’t get the wrong idea
ol’ p-ssy -ss n-gg- imma call you madea
i be going 120 in my momma kia
[verse: eli]
(yeaaaah)
i want a million cash with my bros
stay with the gas like we live in the ozone
for the feature i tax, i will leave you on open
skrt off in the whip, and your b-tch’s skirt off you be trippin’, she one of my old hoes
she got the old number she hittin’ the old phone
tumblr hoe she be all in the photos
i do not talk too much
if you wanna talk you can hit up my manager
your girl come around imma damage her
all up on the facetime she start screenshotting i’m gonna blam her
runnin’ up checks be my standards
say you got gas i’ll examine
stay hitting licks we be stamping sh-t
yo man a hoe he be panicking
he was talking that sh-t to us, now we not answering
[hook: jayybills]
i already know that
you ain’t gotta tell me sh-t, desert eagle f-ck up my wrist
because of the blowback
see a n-gg- drip like this, how the f-ck i get so crispy
i need a b-tch like a m.o.a.b
25 and she the bomb, she gon’ k!ll every b-tch in the city
she tryna f-ck, we in public i’m with it
that p-ssy so tight i can’t motherf-cking feel it

- jayybills lyrics

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