jordan hunter - really tryna go lyrics
[intro]
bone
c-u-k
rock with me
aye
[bridge]
what you tryna get into
girl you need to come through
what you tryna get into
you need to bring your friends too
[hook: jordan hunter]
talking like you ’bout it, i ain’t seeing nothing though (nah)
i really want to see if you really tryna go
yea you talking like you ’bout it i ain’t seeing nothing though (no)
i really want to know if you really tryna go
[verse 1: jordan hunter]
yo, my flow hard and pardon, i’m jordan
i cop sh-t, then i rocket like james harden
a lot of n-ggas saying they ball, but who’s starting
i ain’t ball hogging, freaks, i’m point-guarding
i’m on a different level and i’m cooking it up
hooking it up, what up, with my drink in my cup
but, if she’s in town, it’s going down, i ain’t playing around
then i pound, until them neighbors tell me simmer down
i like to freak with a freak and give her weak legs
i hit it deep and give her meat like crab legs
pretty clear i won’t stop and i can’t stop
i bend her over then i beater like a tank-top
you know how that go (go)
or maybe you don’t (don’t)
i want my pockets real thick like raven-symoné
they done got on third base, but i’m taking it home
the way your boo scream, you’d think that i’m breaking her bones
[hook: jordan hunter]
[verse: cory gunz]
find me and my n-ggas riding out on the set
they don’t try it cause my n-ggas wil’n out for respect
got them blockas, i can tear a n-gga mouth with his neck
stacking dollars, i’ma get it ’til i’m out of my breath
i ain’t far or hard to find i’m prolly right on the block
grab a n-gga by the legs, treat him like he a mop
love them automatics or the heater might be a glock
shorty bad, her friend better, then she might see the c-ck
rolling dolo, riding dirty so we might flee the cops
hit the phone, around like 30 before i leave the spot
r.i.p. to all my n-ggas yo i miss peedi pop
break my foot off in your wife, treat her like she a sock
don’t hardly think you chilling cause i might see the drop
n-ggas cyber thugging like they gone skype me the shots
none you p-ssy n-ggas ever f-cking mattered to me
all i need is militia gang and ymcmb, peace
[verse 2: jordan hunter]
i’m smoking green, and fidgeting, with a drama queen
the way lil mama scream, she gone cause a scene, it’s sickening
you listening, equipped with things that’ll make her feen
and make her cream, we making movies full of naughty scenes
bending them women and swimming in them, it’s a given
listen, her head’s back and forth, now that’s repet-tion
before her head was going south like a palm tree
them back shots had her looking like she couldn’t breathe
[bridge]
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