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dreamcast - jay shades lyrics

intro:
jay you know what the f*ck to do
uh

hook:
pop that tire
we can figure where ya leak at
i’m too fire
thinking hopefully you see that
young jay shades
leave em dazed when i beam past
og sega
got me looking for a dreamcast
pop that tire
we can figure where ya leak at
i’m too fire
thinking hopefully you see that
young jay shades
leave em dazed when i beam past
og sega
got me looking for a dreamcast

verse 1:
why you hating on the team man
you might have a dollar
but you’ll stretch it thru the weekend
in the vip
with a spliff
honnies peep in
that b*tch yours
you can keep it
if you eating it
smoke real hard
yeah the cookie make me lean a bit
hating lil bit
but ya b*tch be like
“you see this sh*t”
studying my bars
on a mission to my peenerus
my competition where
know these n*ggas can’t compete with this
nawl
hands up
thumbs down
said you wanna come wit us
i’m uptown
lansdowne
the homies keep it buckled up
like nervous drivers
f*ckin up
i curve into a double clutch
if she wit me
she down to f*ck
i double tap it
double dutch
gah d*mn

verse 2:
f*ck the b*tch
f*ck her
meaning i don’t need her
what
she can swallow seamen
huh
she a bottom feeder
ooh
she gon pay to park it
uh
i’m a parking meter
skirrt
i’ma be the spider*man
let me park my peter
in the cat
she selena
i’m the bat
fan fic to the max
told mama grab a wrap
then i’ma hit it from the back
something like a shark attack
hit it good she get attached
tell her sit back and relax
then i spread it like a rash
get dipped
in my sauce
better bet
you gon taste better
wait
never
had a iphone
but i make message
fake flexin
ain’t the key to free
make ya mate jealous
watch em flake h*lla
(h*lla x3)
widescreen
hd booty
got my face sweating
taste testing
like a free trial
but we face f*cking
they lucky
i might call the bros
have em say somethin
aye buddy
green up on my lip
like my nose runny
gave her limp leg
hard d*ck
she was pole bumpin
back words
f*ckin back words
you don’t know nothing
auras on clean
shades mean
boy you don’t want it
leave a bunch a holes on in ya shirt
like the pope summoned
holy motherf*ckers from the dead
got smoke running

- jay shades lyrics

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