Untitled Song
• Written by jay_jay22
But first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
I'm gettin discouraged with her
Too late now we're friends, I surely prefer
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
I wanted a brother my mother I told her
TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner
Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her
To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor
And if my mother answer, I'll ask her
And the last one, he's in the mirror
With a gun, wish I could see him clearer
And I'm not bragging, I'mma be in her
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Shit stress free I ain't even gon' hassle her
I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister
Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
I wanted a brother my mother I told her
TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner
Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her
To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor
Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
We just looking in the mirror
Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror
When I’m looking in the mirror
But c-can't look up in that mirror
You is not hip then I can not coach her
If its not couture, I will not go to her
I gotta bounce, I don’t call her
"Contemplate", I wrote about her
Just so happens mine they prefer
And then along came the wrong man for her
And there's little to be glad for
Greenist Moncler shit, earth tones in the winter
You too young and you don't know what I'm fightin' for
Good love then I can do that for her
Life’s a bitch and I feel her
Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer
I got something you've been waiting for
But I'm so committed, they have grown familiar
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
See, I like the person that you are
Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, I’m sicker
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
Myself as a prominent figure
Murder bet I wrote her, kudos to the killer
Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I've been so thorough, that's what I boast for
The RED album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
Or something that you paid for
Little white boy, Shoutout Mac Miller
But is you trynna be dinner
The ice ain't really nothing to her
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
Of impactful things one can ask for
Regardless to all them, I appease her
Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver
And you know I paint that picture
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Life is a bitch so a G can't sweat her
But she sure can get you high if the coke let her
And that I spent the night with her
I made a promise to the mirror
Ass cap, put em in the river
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
Ay yo you wonder who I are
And it's 2 clips, I get out to play for
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
She got mad I leaned over, I'm nursing her
The only time I flirt with her
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like my flow ain't cold like a New York winter
Now shining in the broad day light, go figure
Hey, the mind state of a winner
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for
Account overdraft what I got this debit for
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger
I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
You know...you know who you are
Growin up all I wanted was a father figure
Me & mom alone every dinner
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
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jay_jay22
Member since June 4 2022