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wtf - jay1 lyrics

[intro]
(trobi on the beat)
i spent fifty thousand when i flew miami, met a s*xy darlin’, told me she from cali’
name maria, she a f*ckin’ diva, had to take her n0bu just to make her happy

[verse 1]
look, i spent fifty thousand when i flew miami, met a s*xy darlin’, told me she from cali’
name maria, she a f*ckin’ diva, had to take her n0bu just to make her happy
everybody’s just like everybody, got me thinkin’ everyone’s a f*ckin’ patty
met your girlfriend and i hated her, i had to block her number ‘causе she f*ckin’ catty
couldn’t give a f*ck about a f*ckin’ bally
n*gga, give mе peace, i’m ’bout to go and spazzy
makin’ money, do that automatic
belly lookin’ bigger like i’m dj khaled
pull up happy, probably make you panic
tried to link the plug, but he in abu dhabi
silly sally, said her dad is sammy
told her, “shut the f*ck up,” and i called him matty
people talkin’ crazy on the kid, why?
i will never let the stick fly
f*ck this sh*t, i’m ’bout to take your missus, do it all again cah i’m a sl!ck guy
know my baby girl, she miss i
****, she still mine
never worry ’bout another n*gga, we just slowed it done becah we took time
two brown things on my whatsapp, nah, what’s that? gotta get bro on that
one just came with a one back, ayy, f*ck that, we gotta sip some cognac
twitter boy lackin’ on gosford, nah, f*ck that, we gotta pull up and box that (who?)
oh, sh*t, jay1, you’re not on that
bro, stop that, what you doin’? just stop that
you won that, they’re sh*t, you stunk that
[chorus]
why the f*ck do you love to snap’? i ain’t tryna end up on shade
i gave you d*ck and you liked the d*ck and i saw you talkin’ my name
got twitter fingers, you’re a silly n*gga, n*gga, all you do is complain
i’m kickin’ back, i made fifty racks because all i do is get paid
why the f*ck do you love to snap’? i ain’t tryna end up on shade
i gave you d*ck and you liked the d*ck and i saw you talkin’ my name
got twitter fingers, you’re a silly n*gga, n*gga, all you do is complain
i’m kickin’ back, i made fifty racks because all i do is get paid

[verse 2]
no, i didn’t wanna go uni’, told mumsy and i left her p*ssed
like, every shot i took, man missed
i was in the rico tryna make my quids
’til i thought to myself that i’m bigger than this and i gotta go take that risk
now who would’ve thought that jay1, young boy from the cv, turned rich?
2019, had to holler at becky, 2021, i’m gonna holler at ****
belizean girl too s*xy, her tan skin look better in blue
whenever you step to the party, please tell me who’s lookin’ at you
whenever man looks at a barbie, that barbie get attached like glue
scheme on who? i’ma scheme on you
touch my ski, then i’m beefin’ too
got this chick in bed tryna please my mood
but f*ck that sh*t, i’m tryna beat them boot
cah i’m way too bougie
and everybody knows jay1 for lovin’ a slim brown ting with a booty
twenty*five, four trips to them od’s, threw a bad ting, then i did that lowkey
man pull up to the place too boasy, versace on my robe, it’s golden
henny and the coke, i’m coke*in’, tipsy when i back this potion
if you wanna talk ’bout wavy, my army be the wave, no ocean
try par me face to face, get toasted
[chorus]
why the f*ck do you love to snap’? i ain’t tryna end up on shade
i gave you d*ck and you liked the d*ck and i saw you talkin’ my name
got twitter fingers, you’re a silly n*gga, n*gga, all you do is complain
i’m kickin’ back, i made fifty racks because all i do is get paid
why the f*ck do you love to snap’? i ain’t tryna end up on shade
i gave you d*ck and you liked the d*ck and i saw you talkin’ my name
got twitter fingers, you’re a silly n*gga, n*gga, all you do is complain
i’m kickin’ back, i made fifty racks because all i do is get paid

- jay1 lyrics

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