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mordecai and rigby - jamelly lyrics

[intro: jamelly]
let’s get it, n*gga
i’m turning up
yeah, i got yo hoes wit us
only bros, i trust

[chorus]
you want these bullets, i’ll stream it to yo house
i’ll walk up in yo crib and f*ck yo spose on the couch
n*gga, after i’m done, she gon walk wit a slouch
and, yo n*gga a rat, he a walkable, talkable mouse

[verse 1: jamelly]
look, when we say “i don’t like you” n*gga, we mean it
what i say? ion mean to hurt yo feelings
when i tell you “don’t worry” yes, best believe it
nothing hits harder than the motherf*cking cement
nothing feels better than an achievment
you can reach your goals with persеverance
you can lead a cow to watеr, but can’t you make her drink it, n*gga leave it
i don’t give a f*ck bout no p*ssy or no celvage
all these hoes, godd*mn deceiving
b*tch talking sh*t, but her ass built like a wideback receiver
huh, n*gga what, n*gga

[verse 2: kodiene]
she more of a tight end
n*ggas keep f*cking with me, i’mma show him a dead end
me and yo b*tch, n*gga
yeah, we best friends
beat the b*tch five times, then i broke her back in
so many darkskins on my d*ck, cause i’m light skin
n*gga gave me the wrong car, with the f*cking wrong benz
i can show you windex and i can show you turbulence
(clap clap clap clap clap) that’s the turbulence
(clap clap clap clap clap) that’s the turbulence
(clap clap clap clap clap) that’s the turbulence
[verse 3: jamelly]
n*gga you know, it’s me, i’m one of a kind
there ain’t no n*gga like me, so you gotta combine
you can’t be like, n*gga you wasting yo time
b*tch, you sour, ohhhh like lemon lime
me and kodiene, on that type of time
running round yo d*mn city wit a land mine
we’ve been on downtime, so we gotta shine
gotta shine like, i’ve been inna mine (holdon)
when she see, i’m always on her mind
put the d*ck in her spine
she said, you can be mine
i said, not too long, baby, i’m onna grind
shots to his eye, look like he tax stone
i’m short, but my racks just got overgrown
my style baggy clothes like, i came out the snow
rocking my shii wit the tags, like i came out the store

[verse 4: kodiene]
i’m struggliing in suburbs, n*gga where my noodles at?
fat b*tch couldn’t make it to the fridge so she broke the bridge
got paranoid, cause i saw a whole bunch of black people
took a sped n*gga 5pc wing, i felt evil
f*ck this n*gga b*tch, i told him close the door
know that n*gga mad, cause i saw him cry in the car
just witnessed, a n*gga lose all his friends over a btich
rather crash and burn in a plane, cause jet a b*tch

- jamelly lyrics

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