jesus b. – bbq day lyrics
i don’t care what they think but i care what they say
in the air, with some streaks, i get fares and my pay
won’t bear their deceit, can’t compare, why you playing?
i dare you to tweet, i’m just airing and they hating
because they scared, fleeting when the rarest beams serrate them
i glare, scene them, seems that they be careless, and they baiting
like stairs, they descending, i walk on them like they acmes
they so far down baking, that they’d probably meet satan
homie y’all are p-ss-es under pressure, you breaking
i get a fine tussy, and we get to relating
you drove, see and than got incarcerated
i blow gs, don’t snitch, but the cops i be paying
b-tch i’m too dirty, like the mud or some claying
i rap so stupid, b-tch what’s wrong with my brain?
i cap like some juice, and leave em prawned, like a taze
i come around town, they got me wrong, no mistake
i drum em, tambourines, they are got by the b-ss
she on a magazine, and she got a good face
i switch up my body, and i change up my location
she got surgery, and she bought a new lacing
b-tch they ain’t hotties, put em back in they place
like a grill with some sausage on barbecue day
b-tch, y’all want this, i go hard as foundations
ya b-tch flaunt her wrists, when my card bought donations
i gave her a kiss, than she talked about mating
i stick it and i please it, like m-ssage on vacation
these numbers you could see it, my own calculations
i hit it than i breeze it than i put her in her station
homie im cheesing, got the cheddar and i’m grating
these girls i be pleasing, i go in it like invasions
i be squeezing on her end, and i do it like i’m weighing
teasing her and her friend, like let’s have a three way
they look like trapezes, when these shots h-t they brain
i hook, fishing season, i get lots like i sien
you booked for deceasing, b-tch i plot and disclaim
birch i’m hot, like a heathen, getting tossed in the flames
i switch up my body, and i change up my location
she got surgery, and she bought a new lacing
b-tch they ain’t hotties, put em back in they place
like a grill with some sausage on barbecue day
b-tch, y’all want this, i go hard as foundations
ya b-tch flaunt her wrists, when my card bought donations
i gave her a kiss, than she talked about mating
i stick it and i please it, like m-ssage on vacation
these numbers you could see it, there my own calculations, i hit it than i breeze it than i put her in her station
homie, you fake, i don’t know why you’re portraying
someone who can make, this cash that i’m making
when you get rich, b-tch your paying everyday
don’t slip with the snitches, b-tch i f-ck up what you say
give them the st-tches, cause i f-cked up all their faces
gave d-ck to their b-tches, they open like it was gated
i switch up my body, and i change up my location
she got surgery, and she bought a new lacing
b-tch they ain’t hotties, put em back in they place
like a grill with some sausage on barbecue day
b-tch, y’all want this, i go hard as foundations
ya b-tch flaunt her wrists, when my card bought donations
i gave her a kiss, than she talked about mating
i stick it and i please it, like m-ssage on vacation
these numbers you could see it, my own calculations
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