azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jeremih – lebanon lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1]
told her told her, give her what
i ain’t got no patience i ain’t no d o c
threw her back up in the air there wasn’t no seat
why my section starting to look like kod
heart thats yo b-tch now why she on me
we takin shots now after shots now takin threes (swish)
start b-tton push ain’t no key, i say baby say that p-ssy free
can your p-ssy do it for my gs? my n-gg-s
i know shawty by the door thats a key
i hit her up with the pipe, she od
brim low, gucci shades
michael jack, shawty bad yeah thats me
eyes red off the canada flame
i got way more hoes than your daddy has
pull up on a valet, front door the bent
way you move that don’t make no sense

[hook]
she checkin bags like she bout to trip it
shake that -ss for a couple digits
make a n-gg- wanna hit or miss it
showin’ out got everybody attention
she checkin bags like she bout to trip it
shake that -ss for a couple digits
make a n-gg- wanna hit or miss it
showin’ out got everybody attention
[verse 2]
t-tties jumping while that -ss be clapping for me
she go stupid with the head she goin’ dumb
she a magician always could point out a trick
we in the bathroom and she always with the sh-ts
on my welvin, who ain’t got no b-tches?
somebody scratch my fingers they be itchin
no limits, just limited edition
i ain’t tryna wife, i’m tryna mistress
yeah yeah
this a jungle theres plenty hoes
you know i gotta wear camouflage
about three hoes on the microphone, manaj
everyday i gotta get it, gotta take care of the squad
made up like my lesbians all out in lebanon

[hook]
she checkin bags like she bout to trip it
shake that -ss for a couple digits
make a n-gg- wanna hit or miss it
showin’ out got everybody attention
she checkin bags like she bout to trip it
shake that -ss for a couple digits
make a n-gg- wanna hit or miss it
showin’ out got everybody attention
everybody

[verse 3]
aye man i swear these hoes in here for everybody
she in my ear like jd afterparty
what she do to the d-ck off the molly
pourin’ up, knuck and buck with everybody
had her screaming louder in my maserati
neck and wrist on slick rick la di da di
i’mma leave with his b-tch probably probably
swear i went and bought the ship harakari
know these n-gg-s out here carbon copy



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...