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jvst key – oh well lyrics

i don’t mean to brag i’m really the sh+t
yes i’m in my bag my money legit
you making my gag you making me sick
i’m finna lag when i’m off the stick

silly individual
gone off the wock it’s gon f+ck up my visual
glock on my waist and i keep it positional
opps never on sh+t them guys are invisible

(huh huh)i copped me a rifle why would i fight if i got a gun
(huh huh)the opps scuicidal they step outside and get ready to run
(huh huh)my money like eifel it towers so high it’s reaching the sun
(huh huh)i am yo b+tch idol she standing idle she is no fun
(huh huh)

till this day, the opps ain’t scare me
agent ‘p’, they call me perry
you comparеd to me is delicious smoothies comparеd to berries
you a rat boy you a fairy
to much chat leaving you buried
we gon get you ain’t no hea you ain’t gonna get married

and we keep it pushing
all these shows im f+cking booking
lay on bread it’s the best cushion
y’all see 4k that’s why yall looking
gas i’m my goggles that’s why i can’t see
river my log so i’m smoking a tree
flow so sharp i’ll make your mind bleed
i need the dough, the dough i knead

yeah i need the racks
yo b+tch wanna stuff the mattress
know you see the stacks
stacking bricks like it was tetris
yeah i need the racks
yo b+tch wanna stuff the mattress
know you see the stacks
stacking bricks like it was tetris

i don’t mean to brag i’m really the sh+t
yes i’m in my bag my money legit
you making my gag you making me sick
i’m finna lag when i’m off the stick

silly individual
gone off the wock it’s gon f+ck up my visual
glock on my waist and i keep it positional
opps never on sh+t them guys are invisible

how the f+ck am i related to ostriches
them motherf+ckers can’t fly
lions and tigers and bears oh my
all of these animals print on my side
the only no+tick watch you got is the clock app
only time you see me switch is when the glock out
ha n+gga you a b+tch it’s time to clock out
b+tch sucking on my d+ck ain’t whip my c+ck out
hunnid thousand dollar fit ain’t taking the mask off
in the ship with ya b+tch i’m planning to blast off
jimmy neutron on my wrist, the rocks from nasa
jimmy neutron under lips, the grills are black matter
take the back seat out, the whip it dash faster
i was off a perc lil b+tch does that matter
trynna make it back home mvp batter
i ain’t with the small talk not with all the chatter

- jvst key lyrics

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