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jr. jay - jr. jay lyrics

walking up in the spot, you know it’s jr. jay
who’s to say what smooth move
will put your crew to shame
chalk it up as a loss, because you foolish lames
choose to blame old school rules
but play the loser game
talking tough sh+t is soft, you better use the same
tools you brag that you push
’cause it takes two to tango
and if you do, you’re tangled
in the noose and strangled
yeah, and that’s on unkulunkulu’s name
you just gotta get fresh, word to sl!ck rick
but y’all are inept, you f+cking dipsh+ts
you should polish your writtens
before hopping to business
try to drop like a sink tip? tsk tsk
better stop popping the pimp sh+t
off of the limp d+ck style that you
got from your b+tch. you keep
copping the sickness. c+ck sucking nit wits
y’all better l!ck pr+cks, or deal with
capitol punishment like officer sicknick
get a swab from forensics, chalk for the imprints
body’s got the top of the midriff oddly indented
probably from the toxins that mixed with
alcohol drinks. (sh+t) god the molly’s
hardly kicked in yet, already twitching
faster than the mardi gras pendant
nothing this stringent that can come with
all of the vengeance some would convince
to suffer against. it’s tough as a wrist
that’s cut with a whisk that’s shoved up
against it just like a stick shift
i stutter with the lyrics, so i’ll just rap this once
otherwise you wouldn’t hear it
facts, no cap, you dunce
but if you smack talk back before
you stack tracks to bomb
you’re a student to the game, taliban
my padawan, just pass it on
your class is gone from trashing songs
like clashing gongs with plastic tongs
while magic johnson wraps his dong
in elastic condoms. that sh+t’s awful
palm my b+lls fore i turn this b+tch over
for the rim job. man she boujee as f+ck
rocking a mink thong. like ping pong
i’ll bounce off her cheek bones
all i really want is to seize her like i’m rick ross
give her the naked snake, like a big boss
i tip toe to the titties, like i’m french montana
but you can call me the rulo
cause i bridge over gaps of missouri, like kcmo
try shocking my spot. not with jr. jay
’cause i’m chopping the charts
went from fool to fame
then i popped it apart. while i pooled the pain
from the height of my heart
’til there’s no more room for rain
now i’m loose change, cause i’ll get petty
and if you dude’s not ready to get my dues paid
then just leave me alone. got something to say?
too late. touché. deuce deuce deuce. bang

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