a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

evil - jc / jacob rapz lyrics

[verse 1: c.o.m]
look
i don’t need no f*cking friends
i need bad b*tch head, and some benjamin’s
imma get my day ones and cut them in
then we gon’ hit a l!ck in the cullanin
b*tch
i heard the beat then i floated in
never thought you’d ever see this from a f*cking spic
now i rock a gold chain, gave me back aches
then i used my side hoe as an ash tray
dirty south sh*t, b*tch i am the rubber man
she can suck my t.i.p if she want some bands
shawty witnessing my blow*up like the taliban
and if she ever leak my sh*t she gon catch these hands
uhh that’s me bеing mad as f*ck
but you won’t ever wanna see me in a bеntley truck
first, you get the money, then you get the power
now you can pay off motherf*ckers like r kelly’s showers
keep them all silent til’ you f*cking long gone
but i’ll never give y’all closure, listen to this song
i don’t give a f*ck about my motherf*cking name
unless it’s on my gold plaque or a diamond chain
b*tch
[verse 2: emoney]
yeah i’m making plays like tom brady
and i got myself a bag and a bad lady
you and your squad is looking real shady
i’m the king of my city, you can call me jay*z
call me yeezy
the way it’s f*ck you, pay me
can’t forget about that broad i think her name was hayley
getting cash on the motherf*ckin’ d*mn daily
play with that p*ssy like it’s a f*ckin’ ukulele
crown on my head i’m a f*ckin’ king
if you talkin’ sh*t then ima f*ckin’ swing
b*tches say they love me cuz i f*ckin’ sing
handful of b*tches want a diamond ring
shoot you in yo leg that sh*t will f*cking sting
makin’ all this money and its f*cking cheese
roll up on a b*tch and then he’ll f*ckin freeze
she praying for this d*ck so she is on her knees

[verse 3: c.o.m]
she preying on this d*ck, she put a trap down
got a crib in the hills, my new trap house
bound to get more hoes, got 1000 b*tches
traded one good girl, yeah i don’t regret it
i don’t need connections, i got mob ties
hzrd gang, t.r.a.s.h. music, made it out and thrived
old b*tch i don’t need threw her to the side
i just cooked this f*cking track, i threw in some chives
me, emon, and jc we gon make this bag
96 bulls, b*tch we motherf*cking mad
we are here stay forever b*tch we ain’t no fad
the realest artists seen here, b*tch we f*cking t.r.a.s.h

- jc jacob rapz lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular