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royce da 59 - i'm fresh lyrics

quit jockin’ my fresh

[chorus:]
easily i approach
the microphone because i ain’t no joke
tell ya momma to get off of my nuts
she need to quit
“jockin’ my fresh” – jay-z
easily i could smoke
your hypertone, n-gg- you ain’t no loc
tell your girlfriend to get off of my d-ck
and she need to quit
“jockin’ my fresh” – jay-z

[verse 1:]
i’m on fire survival, admire you liar
who hire, new tires, flew by you
new buyer, brunier, the new sire
each line, i think it’s lightening
what you think is writin’
is my ink ignitin’
i stole that from l
but i don’t think it’s bitin’
beef is hidin’ on side of the stage
speakin’ of fightin’
i write like i pull my pen out the side of a grenade
imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of dilla, proof, blade
a burial crusade
venereal, flu, a.i.d.s.
i’m sick
i’m too paid
i’m rich
i will flower a chicken like a bouchet
i’m sentimental
end up with your dental
loose cave
b-tch we ain’t friends
i ain’t phoebe buffay
i’m a motherf-ckin’ +superstar+ like lupe
get a lot of v-g-n-
stylin’ like i’m a designer
whoever hotter than me
i probably find them inside of me
connected, i probably supply them it’s eeeeeasy

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
the product is like prada
a lotta shottas is stretchy
until you tired of findin’ time to ride a b-tch out of liars
y’all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal
i’m the youth fountain on truth mountain on honest hill
who’s countin’?
i’m tryin’ to build beyond a mill
don’t call me seven nine’s cause i’m tryin’ to find a bill(ion)
true is, who is down to kill
old school like a buick bonneville
suicide, do a lot of pills
you ain’t got to kill
beef is easy to me b-tch
guns, grams, get ’em, got ’em all, strict g sh-t
honestly, round ’em up, found ’em slumped
down to buck, llama tuck
grind till you tired of us
i’m on your head like a yamaka

[chorus]

[outro:]
i’m gonna tell y’all n-gg-s right now. number one
quit jockin’ my motherf-ckin’ fresh. number two
if you ain’t feelin’ me… you a f-ckin’ corn dog

- royce da 59 lyrics

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