Lil 2jay - Intimate Lyrics

Lyrics Intimate - Lil 2jay




Turn me up some
(Uh)
He say he gon', rock out
Please don't drop out
Who you smokin'?
Smokin' on that Chris, SHITYG, And that K3
Niggas said "he tryna rock me"
But he ain't even rock shit
Rock your ass sleepiness, fuck yo' bitch
Suck this (whoa, Perfect)
He ain't want no smoke, so I grab that Choppa
You know ms.moppa? (Yeah)
She a stretcher
Stretchin' niggas everyday, you that's what I do
Hop out, out that coup
Shoot at you, what you gon' do (woo)
Picture you hop out that coup
He said I wearin' yellow shoes
Just like I'm pikachu
Nigga who is you
Hop out, that coup you know I'm gon' shoot
Just like we did BBG
Baby come and see me
And baby come please me
He was doin' all that yappin', but we know he ain't really talkin'
He say he really rockin', but he ain't rockin'
Boy you ain't Spider-Man
You what they call me?, stretch-a-man, stretch-a-man (you know why?)
I smoked ya man's, I smoked man's
Yo' man's dead on the floor, he can't pick me up
He just drop that lo
I put yo' man's on the floor
Now he sleep, he can't wake up no mo'
You better check the score
10-1, we sunk you ho
Sweep yo' ass up off the floor
Nigga you dust ho
Mop yo' ass off the floor
He can't really see me
You can't see me in the streets
Cause I would smoke you
Oh-cho, I just blessed you
Nigga ion even know you (woo)
Shunt up, and put yo' head on a desk
Diamonds drippin' on my neck, shit ain't no chess
Bitch you know I'm tryna get depressed
Mop yo' ass up off the floor, who is next
Touch-Touch, my neck you gon' die
Reach you Gon' get fye
But you don't wanna be next
If you touch you gon' get high (uh, uh)
He tried touch my neck but he die
Reach for my chain, you gon' get fye (fye, fye, fye)
This ain't Call Of Duty, when your man's die he don't go the gulag
When I see JAYBOY, he gotta suit comin' (he gotta)



Writer(s): Lil 2jay


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