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skyte - jerk remix lyrics

[intro]
you’re a jerk, you’re a jerk
you’re a jerk, you’re a jerk
you’re a jerk, you’re a jerk (let’s get straight to it, ay)
you’re a jerk, you’re a jerk

[verse 1]
shawty say that i’m a jerk, i’m aware
got a bad hoe, pretty face, body like a pear
make that mac twerk on a n+gga, sit him in a chair
i walk in, n+ggas look, b+tches stare
d+mn, i must look nice
heat it up, throw him in it like i cook rice
i’ma sell the pack, or smoke it if it look right
kick her out the spot, hope lil shawty have a good night
hoe want me to fly her out, b+tch, i don’t book flights
said you finna k!ll me, bet you’d do it if you could, right?
put that boy on death row, b+tch, i feel like suge knight
walking with my head low, creepin’ with my hood right
h+ll no i ain’t elmo, b+tch, i ain’t no good guy
scary n+ggas always ducking interaction
b+tch, i’m number one with a piece, mixed fraction
i got heat like a stove, leave yo’ egg crackin’
how you ham ass n+gga but yo’ bread lackin’?
hold up, b+tches text me, i’on text wh0res
give her pipe, got the neighbors hearin’ next door
let’s get it up, get you viral up on bestgore
i ain’t stackin’ bread with you n+ggas, no connect four
she come to me for d+ck im the s+x lord
yeah, i give it to her when she want it, when she need it
i took a vid with the flash, she said, “bro, delete it”
i said, “b+tch, chill, this could be our little secret”
[bridge]
i guess that make me a jerk (d+mn, lowkey though)
i know
i know (i know, n+gga, i just said that, like, come on)
like, the f+ck?

[verse 2]
“you a jerk”, i know
shawty said i need to go to church, read the bible
focused on the bread, now she hurt, suicidal
she must be off the pill, nah, prolly on the cycle
shot a n+gga in his back, he lean forward like michael
jackson, if i put my lips on the blunt i ain’t passin’
you was talkin’ tough talk, when i see you what happened?
round of applause, how that .40 get to clappin’
b+tch suckin’ b+lls, she get sloppy with no napkin
i remember in the halls, n+ggas clowning me and laughin’
i don’t do that alcohol, but i’ll trip up on the acid
b+tch, i need it all, i’m a fiend, i’m an addict
they don’t know my next step i’m too devious
had to cut my fam off, i can’t do that greedy sh+t
only look out for myself, baby, sittin tedious
talking sh+t, we gon’ spin on your block, cd disc
act wrong, you can get smoked in a spliff
f+ck a 3+5, i’ma cop the whole zip
i get buzzed, beehive, off a puff of my nic
b+tch, i came from a lab when i step in these rick
owens, said you don’t go but your b+tch going
way too cold, b+tch, i’m brick snowin’
she keep tuggin’ on my pants, got my d+ck showin’
b+tch, i drip like a boat, when i sink i’m soakin’
“oh, he got a glock”, but that n+gga not totin’
if he run up he get shot, no, i am not jokin’
how you got it you got no motion
the devs need to patch me, b+tch, i’m too broken

- skyte lyrics

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