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josh! (rap) – worth lyrics

[chorus]
head to the east bay slow down
i don’t got ’raris but i drive fast just to show now
what is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
i don’t got worth but i put work just to make sounds
kicked to the curb what’s that dirt all in my house

[verse 1]
she better get sweeping (yeah, yeah)
had a nice evening (had a nice evening)
turned my little lady to a demon (yeah)
we would feel passion and sh+t
so we passionately did
all of the things that be asked on the list (woo)
cheef with the homies right after we lit (yeah)
blue jacket on me like paddington did
like paddington did
(yuh ayy)
baby i think i’mma fold (yeah)
that’s why you can’t come for my soul (my soul)
f+ck it ok then let’s roll (let’s go)
she rolling up backs while i drove (yeah)
my hand on her back nice and slow (yuh)
i’m taking this sh+t to the top if you got any problems well don’t let me know

[chorus]
head to the east bay slow down
i don’t got ’raris but i drive fast just to show now
what is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
i don’t got worth but i put work just to make sounds
kicked to the curb what’s that dirt all in my house

[verse 2]
okay well i’m back and i’m better
making plays keep the map on a cellular (woo)
bumpin’ denzel on the regular (yeah)
i’m a cash maniac i’m tellin’ ya (cash)
wait till it’s actually sellin’ ya (wait)
wait till i’m actually head of ya (wait)
in front of the line i ain’t smellin’ ya (woo)

[verse 3]
i got odors for riches and digits
i’m mindless as f+ck so i probably won’t get it (nah)
my head out the window i’m bumpin’ my sh+t and my laces be tuck cause these b+tches be trippin’
i wanna rock with my double ray vision
sending this sh+t and i’m burning your kitchen
the temperature rose cause it’s j that they listen
like i’m d. rose i go hard for a minute

[verse 4]
why don’t they see mama (yeah)
i know what they need mama (yeah)
i’m tryna feed mama (okay)
but i do not see commas (no)
it’s always gets worse when i see trauma (yeah)
i’m trying to plead nada (nah)
i’m trying to meet god and (yeah)
say i didn’t mean all it (no)

[verse 5]
ask him if he take apology letter
rapping this sh+t make my talking get better (woo)
sh+t got too hot had to pocket my sweater (for real)
words got too harsh had to stop for the treasure (yeah)
i felt so wrong so i stopped gotta get it (gotta get it)
gotta make sure i got guap for my children (my children)
not a whole year already feel like i’m winning (i’m winning)
fix up your lens ill fit all of my vision (okay)

[chorus]
head to the east bay slow down
i don’t got ‘raris but i drive fast just to show now
what is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
i don’t got worth but i put work just to make sounds
kicked to the curb what’s that dirt all in my house

- josh rap lyrics

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