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jxd! - tokyolights lyrics

[intro]
mmm, hi jayden
heyyy

[chorus]
(huh, ha!)
pull up with two sticks in my bag
got a romanian shooter named vlad
my pockets fat, so my pants is gon’ sag
i don’t want a pep talk, you is not my dad
ooh, everything gucci
gotta find home like gratuity tucci
(ha) ooh, she getting moody
she got a big booty, i call her judy

[verse 1]
don’t be mad your girl is choosing me
got all the water, got juice on me
life is just digital, call it sony
we live in a simulation, a movie
float like a b+tterfly, sting like a bee
you can not hang with me, go find a tree
this is too easy like 1+2+3
a+b+c, vetements on me
cartier frames on the eyes can’t see
vvs diamonds shining on my t++th
i’m countin’ up money don’t know how to read
i’m sick the head, wanna see sum’ bleed
that girl is so crazy, she’ll get your car keyed
i dunk on these boys like i’m joel embiid
seriously, who be as cold as me
i’m in my bag, i came back, i was 0 and 3
[chorus]
(ha!) pull up with two sticks in my bag
got a romanian shooter named vlad
my pockets fat, so my pants is gon’ sag
i don’t want a pep talk, you is not my dad
ooh, everything gucci
gotta find home like gratuity tucci
(ha) ooh, she getting moody
she got a big booty, i call her judy

[verse 2]
she moody like judy, all these boys is fruity
she want me to pull up and slurp on her smoothie
my diamonds so wet, i drip like a jacuzzi
took her to the bed, strechin’ (gimme your coochie!)
i’m feeling exquisite, put gabby in gucci
no this not a caddy, its a bag, its louis
she send me the addy i’m ’bout to pursuey
i been told y’all i’m the greatest but y’all knew it
(already)
masked up with the knife in my hand like i’m freddy
i slaughter ya daughter like (ha!) are ya ready
’cause when i pop out it’s a party, confetti
’cause my girl really got the wap, just like fetty
addicted to the guap, i think it’s a fetish
pull up in a tank, and i ain’t talking septic
pull up on the scene and you know it get hectic (yeah!)
[chorus]
(ha!) pull up with two sticks in my bag
got a romanian shooter named vlad
my pockets fat, so my pants is gon’ sag
i don’t want a pep talk, you is not my dad
ooh, everything gucci
gotta find home like gratuity tucci
(ha) ooh, she getting moody
she got a big booty, i call her judy

- jxd lyrics

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