Untitled Song
• Written by LILJJ9
Yes It's me LIL J
competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes was considered a
Thief
Until I stared hastlin on Fulton steet
Makin loots , knockin boots on the regular
Pass the microphone i'm the perfect
Competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chump steppin to me me, that's where they
Took a fall at!
LIL J burher, that's unheard of
I stay close to mine like ting on turuer
Quick to smother, a punk mothafucker
Undercover, word to mother, I,m above ya
A I love ya, cause you,re a sweet b*tch
A crazy crab, you might make my dick lich
I flow looser than luther, words ya get used
Ta
LIL J is a born, trooper like ice cream I scoop ya
My music you wanna get loose ya
Stay pimp, and I,m not a booster
So what 'cha got to say? This mackin word
Is bond there's no other assamption, I got it goin
On
I'm not conceited , my frends tell me this
Even my mother, be noddin her head to this
Maker her to see her one son get
Loud
Flip a sucker , and bow to the crowd
Drink a little hennessy, smoke a blunt 2
Or 3 or4
Live in action, guaranteed
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LILJJ9
Member since June 29 2015