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jogger (rapper) – nightmare lyrics

[verse 1: jogger]
yo it’s jogger in this b-tch, and i got this sh-t b-mpin
people say i fell off, but still know i’m up to something
when i come they be runnin’
you b-tches don’t know nothin’
ain’t got sh-t up on my wrist, but i still know my time is comin’, uh
i’m calling you out if you wanna be real
most of these people just making a deal
b-tch i’ve been winning, the life that i’m given, will not go to waste i make sh-t that you feel, uh
godd-mn, why they continue to sleep
you need your whole squad if you consider f-cking with me
okay you changed up, while i slow pitch
i’m a-rod, you get no hits
i’m breaking social rules, while you bend em, like the iphone 6
i’m like no b-tch, but i’m getting better
jog, young trend setter
sh-t so dope y’all feel me, no helen keller, don’t test my temper aye
don’t expect me to respond on my snapchat
ha, cause all i ever send are m-ss snaps
this sh-t goes without saying but it has to be said
if you ain’t putting in the work, you won’t be stacking no bread
w-ssup

[hook: jogger]
man i’m like ooh, yeah
they saying i don’t fight fair
why everybody mad?
we finally building a buzz like lightyear, yeah
youth on fire forever and always reppin it
and never second guess the kid, you ran into a nightmare
man i’m like ooh, yeah
they saying i don’t fight fair
why everybody mad?
we finally building a buzz like lightyear, yeah
youth on fire forever and always reppin it
and never second guess the kid, you ran into a nightmare

[verse 2: paper cleveland]
fingers itchin for that paper watch me scratch now
n-gg-s on these tap phones and water f-ckin tapped now
shook the devil off i got the city on my back now
n-gg-s think it’s sweet i tell them b-tches do a background
never put the rap down never put the strap down
always pick the racks up i’m poppin percs on snap now
runnin’ through these b-tches, f-ck em once now they attached now
jumped off the porch i was clutchin the hammer
free all my n-gg-s that’s stuck in the slammer
yo chick go bananas she top my banana
i’m crashin the whip like i’m princess diana
back when i was p-ss poor
now they ask what they hit for?
roger copy that’s 10-4
f-ck around and do a kick door
run me the jewels, i got the juice
white chick she a jew
f-ck her on weekends she listen to weeknd she tweakin and geekin she lovin the crew
i get it poppin, i get it brackin
she let me walk in it, and i never called her
man where is my manners, i’m up and away

- jogger rapper lyrics

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