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jcm - çmën lyrics

çmën lyrics
(intro)
ha ha, ha ha, how much can i give you??
(lock what are you doing)
j+j+j+j+jizzy jcüm
stick it in me jcüm (uhh)

(verse 1)
hunnids and fifties my b+tch love her bunnies their jaws hit the floor when we whip in wraith (what? what? what?)

that bih tryna l!ck me i tickle her kitty then beat her back out while she screaming my name

they ask me bout money shoot up like a junkie then arch my head back like she giving me brain (gluck, gluck, gluck)

popping these perkies, we beefin like jerky, rock ysl fit when i slide in their face

i’m tryna wet my d+ck up tryna beat her doonies down (what? what? what?)

i’m tryna pull up in that gle paint they faces red like clowns (yuh paint flex wet)

i’m tryna pop a million percs till my body leave the ground
(yeah yeah, i’m off the perc, i be off the perc)

i been living in my head, yeah, so you can’t touch me now
(in my head, in my head)

(prechorus)
i been spending money on these druggies tryna fix my sh+t
(drugs, drugs, drugs)
we pull up at 6 am that bih moan when my fingy in it
(run it back, running that, what? fingy in it!)
got so many d+mn lil white pills that sh+t look
like it liquid
i’m beating her back and slapping her ass and
watching that booty jiggling
(+clap+ +clap+ oh my god, jcüm?)
(chorus)
that hoe she watch me pull up w the twin baguettes ( hol on, jumeau, jumeau, we what?)

my tonka building d+ck put s+m+n in her ass (oh, okay)

she fl!ck me up throw my balenci to the lens (talk, talk, to me)

i’m tryna mix an x w perc throw in a blend (what? what? pour me up, pour me up bih!)

(verse 2)
gimme six racks 20 minutes i double up how you gon question if i’m gonna pay? (what? what? come on, come on)

my sh+t it lookin like fendi that prada that b+tch on her knees like i’m god and she pray (lean, molly, yuh)

clothes on em like hampers, pull on em like pampers, we wiping that sh+t without no d+mn bidet (okay, come on, wh+what?)

i gotta be honest it’s hard being flawless check twizzy and me yeah we do it all day (no wocky, wocky, wocky, wocky)

(yeahh) you musta thought i was over, uh
you musta thought i was done (done, done, done?)
b+tch i be waving my stick while she sucking my d+ck fill her up w my young sons (sucking my, sucking my, young sons!)
they watching in the background
don’t make no peep, don’t make no sound (cum on my, cum on my)
you know we only pull up in tonkas, no jeeps bussing around (tonk! tonk! tonk! what?)
(verse 3)
count one red fish, you blue fish, (blue, blue)
i shine diamonds, while you toothless (huh?)
i teach dragons how to be ruthless
we abuse bodies, we don’t burn nooses (yeah, pound, pound, pound)

i pop these pills like a fiend who gon steal my sh+t (yuh, perc, perc, perc, perc)
how can i leave my racks out while these broke boys in here?
she cry ing on her phone bout how my d+ck so big (yeah, nah that wet big)
what you talking bout lil b+tch i stuck my glocky
innit (huh? what? glocky glock !)
ask my twizz if he plan to bring the mop in the building (yeah, mop?, huh?)
b+tch please don’t try to act hurt dumb hoe not in her feelings
(nope, nope, she not in her feelings)

(outro/post+chorus)
that hoe she watch me pull up w the twin baguettes (jameau, jameau)
that tonka buildin d+ck put s+m+n in her ass (what? what?)
i ask her bout who is he? you guess what she said? (brr, brr, brr, ooh)
motherf+cker he is god, point a mirror at my head

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