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jayscott flow - jay scott lyrics

[intro]
(right here n*gga right here never ducking rep n*gga)
(pull up you know where i’m at)
(you got the atty i’m on the top level of the bleachers my n*gga)
(the top level of the bleachers n*gga the very top n*gga)

[hook]
red leather in my white ferrari
(ferrari)
smoke that gas like i’m bob marley
(marley)
got my scent with my designer you know i get these b*tches h*rny

[chorus]
f*cked 2 hoes at once
snow bunny college sl*ts
(sl*ts)
f*ck trying to get to know you i’m just tryna f*ck
(f*ck)
i’ve been chasing the bag i’ve been in the front
if i’m f*cking a b*tch i hit from the back
passing through the ghost while i’m popping these dots you say you the man but you stay in pack
(pack)

[verse1]
i manifest my future (yuh) believing in money and power is apart of my culture (yuh)
i can die and comeback and still f*ck some (yuh) i’m like kanye i should be on vultures
[verse 2]
n*gga don’t ask me for sh*t
i put up a 2 man with you and your ugly ass b*tch
(b*tch)
girl got my mans playing with toys yea this n*gga is cringe
(cringe)
n*gga switch up over the guys for some hoe now he pillow talking and fake living this n*gga b*tch

[verse 3]
we got too much on these n*ggas they got nothing back on us
(back on us)
once we don’t give handouts they will turn there back on us
(back on us)
i got too much on my mind i might go back to drugs
(drugs)
n*ggas can’t reach this level so they cap on us
(cap on us)

[verse 3]
i will f*ck your b*tch and tell you you ain’t the father like jerry springer
(jerry springer)
i really shoot my shot with all these hoes i’m mr. swisher swisher
you cover your daughter up to show no skin but she really is my stripper
her dukes don’t like black n*ggas so i turned her into a light skin kisser
(kisser)
[bridge]
all i do is rap don’t got to do much to get those g’s
really have mouses chasing cause they know i got the cheese
(the cheese)
use to be praying for times like this use to be praying like jesus please
use to be a good kid till my father died now i carry 223s
(oh oh nah we out)

- jay scott lyrics

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