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jesus b. - brain lyrics

(chorus)
working on the streets, b-tches think i got no home
they be twerking off for cheap, getting statements for they loans
homie, i’ll be here discreet, working blood, sweat, bones
try me, and you’ll get a tweak, yall hurt
duds, festered domes
why me? what you’ll be saying, when these cuts slit slow b-tch
try me? your insane, i got your brain and your hoe snitch
some, they call me jesus b, these girls call me michael
i can start re-ssuring we won’t f-ck if it ain’t tight though

but she purring on me, i ducked away, i hit it right
when these shots shoot out the lights, its goodnight
ya man just a thot, and you are what you eat
f-ck this b-tch on my lot, while the neighbors they tweet

b-tch, hop off the d-ck, taking too much xy b-tch
i beat it, i sweat, bring two hoes if they bi snitch
defeat with my checks, my money touch the sky
got the cures, but no bling, cause my cash must arrive
got the lures, and cha ching! thousand for my invite
full of fear when i steer them off into the side
got her here, p-ssy teared, when i slid up inside
i say cheers, while i drear, all my papers in mind

- jesus b lyrics

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