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officialjmg – bel air lyrics

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[1st verse: jmg]
i’m annoying (what)
they don’t want a sequel
they don’t even want an origin story (oh sh-t)

they give me the mic i don’t p-ss
pete carroll
you’d get under my skin
if i let you?

i be rocking
pick ya pocket
leave em shocked (let’s go!)
i ain’t ever stopping

snap on these b-tches yeah
i am a problem
rubik’s cube
so you ain’t gonna solve me

born in november but
i am not falling
celtics fan
so you know i stay ballin

i got the strap like
sam l jackson
oh god
let me catch someone lacking

man oh man
you ain’t got no clue
man oh man
what the f-ck wrong with you?

let me stop
don’t mean to overreact
they say “opposites don’t
attract”

we are humans tho
we are not magnets
why you fighting?
why you dragging it?

i’m currently still up
past 6am
and i’ve just been listening to you
just clucking like a hen

and i’m sorry if i made this sh-t just
too intense, but
you are groaning like a f-cking vegan
on a f-cking cleanse

you’ve taken everything
that is mine
so i think i’m just ent-tled to
not be so kind, (f-ck you) man

i am old school
like a f-cking nike cortez (75!)
come at my i’m swing like
ortez, well

ahh i’m sorry i meant ortiz
i’m not trying to be mean, but
you must, you must, you must
stay away from me

you see, that i suffer from
mad radioactivity
from the waste, in this place
you are providing

and, i’m not violent
i don’t always use violence
but i like my silence and the
sound of violins

when it’s quiet
and my eye lids slip shut
and my mind slips away
to this f-cking rut (d-mn)

[instrumental break]

[verse 2: jmg & (lunar_arc)]
somebody
save me please
i’ve got too
much empathy

i can’t even sleep (sleep)
i can’t even breathe (breathe)
oh sh-t, oh sh-t (oh sh-t?)
that’s the f-cking streets (d-mn)

f-ck
like i can’t even speak (whoa)
when i’m with you
i can’t f-cking see (see)

see (see) see (see)
i can’t even-
i, can’t
even believe

like anything that you’re
f-cking saying (saying)

f-ck, sh-t, oh, man

[bridge: jmg]
you are
you are

[verse 3: adam oh]
(aye)
cold
rich and so gross
i think i’m sick so i
sniffle my nose

i’d rather get money, than
f-ck with these hoes
i pull out the chopper and
i let it blow

just like a b-tch
down on her knees
and yeah b-tch i’m cold
i’m making you sneeze

and i’ll make you freeze
it’s just like police
i am so ill like i
got a disease (huh?)

you stackin them legos
i’m stacking them racks
i go take your b-tch
then i hit from the back

annoying as f-ck
and you think you can rap
catch me outside
how about that (catch me outside)

no danielle bregoli
my flow is holy
b-tch i’m too sick
got 2 wrists with 2 rollies

i can’t let nothing
go past me like goalies
i’m drowning in water
b-tch p-ss me some floaties

i’m cooling and booling
with all of the homies
my pockets be stuck
with the [?]

my neck is too heavy
from carrying trophies
i’m aching
you may have to carry my groceries
(aye)

who you know
ballin like this?
call me will smith
i’m the new fresh prince (aye)

[verse 4: jmg]
you could get hit with the block
if you teach your 8 year old to milly rock
imma have to make the city rock
f-ck william whitlock (f-ck you william)

i really cannot complain
about problems
i am so sick of your bull
denis rodman

if keeping pepper spray in your car
is probable cause
then you should arrest me
man f-ck the law

somebody tried to rant to me bout politics
you are preaching to the converted, deserving
every ounce of my time on this island my mind is
just sucks because it is deserted, i’m hurt as sh-t

i proved 100s of people wrong yeah
now they all singing, my song yeah

hypocrites, all spiting out your mouths are
complete sh-t
riding d-ck, riding popularity
f-ck y’all pr-cks (aye)

hypocrites, all spiting out your mouths are
complete sh-t
riding d-ck, riding popularity
f-ck y’all pr-cks (aye)

you wanna stop me? you can’t
i’ll roll ya eyes back like you poppin xans
imma skate off, like corey in vans
and you can go back to your sl-t of a man
(he’s got twelve bodies, b-tch)

[skit: jmg, lunar_arc, billiam]

jmg: you are listening to 66.1

lunar_arc: welcome back to 66.1, only on heatcheck radio, we’re here with william whitlock, will, tell em what you gotta say

billiam: hey, how are you, i just wanted to confirm to the people that i, william emit whitlock the 4th, am indeed a “long haired b-tch”

lunar_arc: oh! you heard it here first! on heatcheck radio

jmg: heatcheck

lunar_arc: mmm mm, i like the sound of that, just like i like the sound of my money in my pocket, and a big booty wh-r- on my lap ahhh yeah, anyways, jakob’s new alb-m- uhhh, is pretty trash

billiam: uh, very bad, yes-

lunar_arc: but there is 1 song on there that i do like, it’s got rye bread in it, and it’s called “whatyouneed”, so here you go, first alert, only here on heatcheck radio

(start of “whatyouneed” plays, in background)