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no hook - lil jayswan lyrics

[intro: lil jayswan]
okay

[verse 1: lil jayswan]
ball on these b*tches, i feel like a vet
when you tryna guard me, you look like a rookie
i rock the prada and dolce gabanna
but louis vuitton is the one on my hoodie
my diamonds been dancing like they michael jackson
my diamonds be dancing till’ they hit the boogie
i got the drip, no i am not soggy
but speaking of soggy, like shoutout to bookie
diamonds they dancing, up all on my wrist
i once had a patek, i switched to the ap
i’m back with brenswan, we making this heat
this sh*t may be harder than “say on baby”
pull up the rari’, i’m whipping that sh*t
the limit is forty but i’m doing eighty
i’m back at brenswan we spitting this heat
this sh*t goin’ stupid, this sh*t going brazy’
shoot it i swish, no i do not miss
the icе on my wrist and its as cold as a b*tch
she told me come ovеr so i paid a visit
murdered this beat, the producer a witness
i got your b*tch, she gave me her digits
ball on that b*tch, had me feelin’ like pippen
i’m back at brenswan, we makin’ this heat
don’t care if you like, just give it a listen
pull up the rari’, no this is not rented
cop me some louis, that sh*t was expensive
vision is clear, that sh*t 20/20
i still had to cop the cartier lenses (hold up’)
cartier lenses, cartier wrist, feel like i’m jeter with all of these hits
maybe like curry, cause’ i do not miss
pass it to brenswan, like that’s an assist
[verse 2: yung swan]
accurate shooter, you know i don’t miss
50 bands on my neck, 24 on my wrist
might hop out the bentley, the urus, which whip?
my closet bipolar, keep throwin’ these fits
we some white boys [?] its a fact no debating
3.5 in the blunt, its the runtz that i’m facing
hit after hit, me and the bro jason
get to the racks, i got mad allocation
it’s a simple equation
i’m a wiseman, number one in the nation
everytime i speak a f*ckin’ sensation
whip up a track, no preparation
i think we got lost in translation
i had a phone tell her send the location
i pull up on her with no hesitation
shawty i’m stayin’ for you [?]

[verse 3: obie]
i slide for the homie
opps they try to roll me
parkin’ the benz like i’m tony
shawty a fan, how she know me?
that’s ridiculous
i get the hoe, and i pass her i’m sick of it
you know the crib is magnificent
lyrics meticulous
i’m in the studio kickin’ it
call me jon bones jones
i’m at the mall, with your mom or some hoes
stackin’ my bread, like i got it in moe’s
it’s my first time on a track, with some flows
i told her, “take off your clothes”
they call me vandits, i move on the low
he pushin’ pack for the low
put it on bro
i’m tryin to sell out some shows
but first, i come home to the kids
i got a wifey that’s doing my bids
lyrics is all off the lid, i did what i did
so please do not f*ck with the kid
take a step back like x
callin’ an uber, right after some s*x
hoes in his body, like chex
you know the rest, burk on the beat and he blessed
she wasn’t passin’ the test, one in the chamber, than one in your chest
she throw it back, and she makin’ a mess
my chain is fake cause’ i got it for less
got to get to that dollar
i’m with leuzzi, he poppin’ his collar
he send the hearts to your daughter
lamb to the slaughter
i like that whip so i bought her
this sh*t is tragic
your music sucks, like you play for the magic
i’m 1*0 and i just started rappin’
she call me yeezus, cause i gotta have it
i got to have it, she call me yeezus, cause i got to have it

- lil jayswan lyrics

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