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​jssr - ​speak my mind lyrics

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[intro]
(you said you were gonna call)
yeah, yeah

[verse]
these drugs done took my f+cking soul but i’m fin’ get it back
lookin’ for new drugs to try, i can’t f+ck wit’ crack
don’t underestimate the strap, that’s a 10, like, mac
“put the f+cking drugs down”, that’s what she f+cking told me
i can’t f+ck with toxic hoes no more, that b+tch controlling
yeah, the room, like, f+cking stink ’cause she stuck on the bowls
and i can’t say yo’ f+ckin’ name ’cause you stuck on the old me
(yo, yo, yo, yo)
these hoes the f+ckin’ same
b+tch, you so f+ckin’ lame
why you always in my lane?
i don’t really, like, care ’bout fame
i just, like, want the breesh
i don’t rеally, like, care ’bout chains
that sh+t was nevеr me
i’m just tryna, like, keep it plain
no, i ain’t f+ckin’ with you
they always got a issue
you just gotta keep it going
why you always got say my name?
i never f+ckin’ met you
i might never f+ckin’ show y’all but i got these pistols
it’s a f+ckin issue every time i try to do some sh+t
he said he the rizz dude, i’m so tired of this stupid sh+t
so much f+ckin cap up in this rap sh+t but i’m legit
sh+t was never hard to hop up on this mic and spit
that’s just what i love, that’s what i f+ckin’ do
i don’t care ’bout scrubs, not my f+cking dude
i made a lot of f+ckin’ money, spent it all on loot
always tryna call my phone, that p+ssy boy don’t know what to do, yeah
day i turned eighteen i got a crib, and these boys live at home
still typing on they phones
typin’ sh+t ’bout jssr, jssr, i said, “leave me ‘lone”
i suggest that you just hop up off my c+ck dome
huh, huh, huh
please don’t underestimate
you look like a chester, mate, that p+ssy ass, lil’ dude
they be, like, infesting, like, my sh+t, it’s what they do
i’m just, like, investing in my b+tch even though she rude
please don’t underestimate
i been making cash since eight
had to cut a lot of people off ’cause they was f+ckin’ fake
get back to that stupid job, lil’ p+ssy boy, pick up the rate
i’m losing my mind when y’all talking, for heaven’s sake



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