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slob - jerome & maxd lyrics

[verse 1: jerome, maxd, & both]
uh, what i do (yeah)
i just put a hole in my nose (in my nose)
made it sparkle, now her cooter like a hose (yeah, yeah)
yeah she down who the f-ck wanna know (wanna know)
yeah she wet got her slid on super soak (splash, splash)
hop the f-ck up off my d-ck
we just boolin in the foyer eating c-cktail shrimp
and i’m gonna straight annoy ya like my c-ck at 6
i’m not hopping in a foreign till my moms got her pick
and i’m lost in a jiff
it is really not my sh-t
conversating with the elderly
my jaw gettin stiff
sittin in my room and starin straight into my screen
i’m a slob, what you mean?
get a job, f-ck the dream (f-ck it)
i’m from canada
yeah she like my stamina
switch it up to the angle wide camera
cause she really got the -ss that’s fat enough
the cameras can’t catch this stuff
specially when it’s really unanimous
who the f-ck is jerome?
he a p-ssenger
see him p-ssin by, like, who’s man is that?

[hook: jerome, maxd, & both]
slob on my kn-b (aye, aye)
give me top (aye, aye)
top me off
aye, i can’t milly rock (no)
ain’t smoking rock (aye, aye)
smoking c-ck (aye, aye)
shout out to my pops (daddy)
and my mob, aye
slob on my kn-b (aye, aye)
give me top (aye, aye)
top me off (yeah)
i can’t milly rock (no)
they smokin rocks (aye, aye)
see em fall (fall)
right into a wall (wall)
anadrol (juice)

[verse 2: jerome]
lifting like i’m boss (supplements)
keep a cough (darts and sh-t)
i don’t wanna hear the way they f-ckin talk (2 more then fast)
what’s the time, check my phone, 50 thousand on a watch
from the rhymes, in my home, lookin like i’m getting lost
partially blind to the issue behind you
yeah i’m a slob, but your faker than hi-chew
someone needs to tell your b-tch you been lied to
mourn on my d-ck, long as i can get high to
alleviate pain i got more than you think
born with the back of equestrian, sh-t
slipping a disk, no wonder i’m sick
scratch on my spinal chord, flailing and sh-t
(oh oh)
f-ck around and get a fake gucci belt
walkin around, like my diamonds froze
the alcohol
don’t make no sense, and i’m on the fence
to end it all (oh no)
but that would require, i get outta bed (tick, tick)
and i’m a slob (yeah, yeah)
smokin colts
with the squad
nicotine in my blood
and i wonder what’s the law
for a man of my age
lighting darts up on stage
but it’s really just a faze
and i’m not even on the page
so just really what’s to say
maybe that i’m getting paid
but then that would be a lie
i barely get minimum wage
so i scramble up my eggs
in a basket cases face
making sure there’s only one option for me to get away

[hook: jerome & maxd]
slob on my kn-b (aye, aye)
give me top (aye, aye)
top me off
aye, i can’t milly rock (no)
ain’t smoking rock (aye, aye)
smoking c-ck (aye, aye)
shout out to my pops (daddy)
and my mob, aye

- jerome maxd lyrics

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