jourdan brothern – testin me lyrics
[intro]
(run that up, rico)
[chorus]
f+ck on these b+tches, now they textin’ me
i can’t f+ck wit’ n+ggas, they testin’ me (d+mn)
i can’t f+ck wit’ you lil’ b+tch ass n+ggas, y’all keep missin’ me (d+mn, n+gga)
whatever these b+tch ass n+ggas be sayin’ on the gram, that sh+t don’t really be effectin’ me
you say you look at my wrist, that sh+t got drip, you say i got that drip on me (woah, woah, woah)
f+ck on a b+tch she givin’ me slop, then later she gon’ be a top b+tch
she cookin’ that sh+t, i’m eatin’ that sh+t, that p+ssy is like a top dish
i call these p+ssy ass n+ggas nintendo, cause they really switch
i call these p+ssy ass n+ggas nintendo, cause they really switch
[verse]
these n+ggas get faker, ima go f+ck on a baker, and she gon’ get her cake up
these n+ggas gon’ ask where i get all my paper, i just say “i’m paped up”
these n+ggas say they hate on me, but they gon’ come back later
i can’t f+ck wit’ n+ggas, they gon’ leave me fake and come back faker
n+gga i ain’t a test, test, n+gga gon’ come wit’ a vest, vest
i’m gon’ try my best, best, shoot him in his chest, chest
n+ggas know the rest, rest, i can’t get a rest, rest
i can’t get arrest’, rest’, i can’t get a rest, rest
f+ck on a b+tch and she got a baby
my lil’ b+tch lookin’ so clean, yeah
that lil’ ole b+tch was right in the club, and she was drinking some lean, yeah
these n+ggas try to be funny, mess with me, then it’s gon’ be a scene, yeah
and i been gone for a while, i just been poppin’ some beans, yeah
my hats been off for a while, n+gga, you copy my style, n+gga
you n+ggas goin wild n+gga, and i’m goin’ out n+gga
and i’m goin’ loud n+gga, what you talkin’ about n+gga?
you chasin’ that clout, n+gga, you better shut your mouth, n+gga
[chorus]
f+ck on these b+tches, now they textin’ me
i can’t f+ck wit’ n+ggas, they testin’ me (d+mn)
i can’t f+ck wit’ you lil’ b+tch ass n+ggas, y’all keep missin’ me (d+mn, n+gga)
whatever these b+tch ass n+ggas be sayin’ on the gram, that sh+t don’t really be effectin’ me
you say you look at my wrist, that sh+t got drip, you say i got that drip on me (woah, woah, woah)
f+ck on a b+tch she givin’ me slop, then later she gon’ be a top b+tch
she cookin’ that sh+t, i’m eatin’ that sh+t, that p+ssy is like a top dish
i call these p+ssy ass n+ggas nintendo, cause they really switch
i call these p+ssy ass n+ggas nintendo, cause they really switch
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