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jayy'king - new celly lyrics

igw the gang, b-tch i go insane
if i’m wit my n-ggas b-tch you better tuck that chain
ladies going crazy all because they heard my name
walk inside the door and watch these ladies f-cking faint
i pull up on 24 inches sitting sideways
everybody mad at me because i did it my way
b-tch you know i swear it’s my way or it’s the highway
b-tch don’t try to argue cause you know that k!lls the vibe, bae
k!lling n-ggas on they own tracks boy i’m so mean
shorty on me cause she know my pockets so green
ima f-ck her ima put it in her whole spleen
young jayy’king you know i got that f-cking gold ring
b-tch you got your jewelry from the kiosk in the mall
b-tch i came through with my n-ggas and i f-cking ball
if lil shorty p-ssy furry she gon shave it off
why you acting like my friend? you know i hate you dog
now they saying i’m a -ssh0l-
probably my money stacked up like the gr-ss grow
my shorty bad you should see the way her -ss shows
your girlfriend look like she just came from a drag show
god d-mn boy she ugly what you on n-gga?
i’m just doing me like i just f-cked my clone n-gga
your outfit look like it’s from goodwill, buy some clothes n-gga
you acting like you never f-cked, go find some hoes n-gga
gimme a beer and ima shotgun that b-tch
shorty coming near and ima pop on that b-tch
she pulled out my wee wee then she slobbed on the tip
got a b-tch from turkey she be gobbling on my d-ck, yeah
ima do this sh-t right here until the death of me
i’m cookin up the hits young jayy’king he be chef-ing these
shorty blowing me so hard just like a referee
all black escalade, i call it “ebony”
i got a bad white b-tch her name is stephanie
and she be showing me her hills like she in beverly
these n-ggas sleeping on ya boy i swear they deaf to me
i’m freestyling off the top n0body better than me

it’s the god of the waves it’s that motherf-ckin wave god
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
ay

trap god

dope man

it all ends the same no matter what you make of it

some might slip through the cracks but

even they end up looking over their shoulders till they fade away

i woke up mad because i had to work

but my life

my job

my present is a blessing

if you believe in that sort of thing

- jayyking lyrics

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