Lyrics On My Lap - Jay Squared , B Free
"Go
to
the,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
you
gotta
pick
up
your
kids!
Go
to
the
fucking
Wendy's
dude!"
Aye,
look
I
ain't
tryna
waste
time
I
be
with
the
hoe's
that's
giving
FaceTime
I
know
she
know
imma
dog
on
my
K-9
I
heard
them
talking
bout'
the
boy
through
the
grape
vine
She
looking
at
me
like
she
wanna
fuck,
I
know
that
Her
ass
fat
I'm
like,
"Come
here
and
let
me
hold
that"
Kodak,
throwback,
know
that
no
man
ever
showed
that
they
can
fuck
with
golden
Boy
I
got
the
potion,
leave
her
pussy
soaking
Marc
told
me,
I'm
getting
it
I'm
getting
money,
we
getting
lit
I'm
too
legit
Like
MC
Hammer
She
dancing
on
me
I
fucked
her
after
Oh
man,
imma
young
rich
nigga
Gold
chains,
gold
grill,
go
figure
I'm
fly
as
hell,
my
niggas
is
fly
as
well
My
girl
she
in
all
Chanel
I
did
it
without
your
help
screaming
"STOP
HATING!
PUSSY
BOY
STOP
HATING!"
And
to
all
the
booking
agents
at
my
shows
tryna
book
me
I
can't
do
it
if
you
niggas
not
paying
I
ain't
got
the
time
nor
the
patience
Shit,
my
momma
got
bills
too
Ain't
shit
free
around
here
Unless
you
ass
tryna
come
through
Tell
lil
momma
come
and
buss
it
for
me
I've
been
outta
town
a
nigga
busy
performing
And
balancing
my
account
like
the
shit
was
really
important
I
told
her
that,
"I'm
the
boy
with
the
lifestyle"
But
the
boy
become
the
man
when
the
lights
down
Oh
your
friends
bad
too,
they
need
a
flight
out
And
we
can
do
whatever,
whenever
the
lights
down
Real
shit
Man
the
cops
caught
me
slipping
at
the
bar
I
was
hotter
than
a
bitch
Had
the
plug
all
on
the
phone
With
the
blunt
all
on
my
lip
My
uncle
told
me
if
I
take
the
charge
They'll
hit
me
with
a
slap
on
the
wrist
So
the
cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
And
they
ain't
let
me
off
easy
Keep
it
greasy
Talking
bout'
he
wanna
see
my
license,
registration
Why
you
pussy
boys
hating
on
my
banks
statements
Yo,
you
can
get
a
check
to
And
I've
been
shitting
on
you
haters
since
a
test
tube
baby
Your
rest
is
too
lengthy
The
whole
car
stanking
All
he
smell
is
liq
from
my
cup
and
gas
up
in
my
blunt
I'm
rolling
focued,
I've
been
flowing
potent
Yogaifed,
how
I
stretch
Money
scary
like
a
poltergeist
And
all
this
green
that
I
throw
up
Niggas
getting
hurt
when
I
show,
like
show
out
Baddest
black
barbie,
I
flip
like
Jeff
Hardy
You
awesome,
hardly
You
don't
even
own
a
weapon
All
my
niggas
up
in
yo
section
Flexing,
we
deck
on
any
nigga
stepping
Nigga
fuck
you
and
whoever
you
came
with
Gold
same
niggas
since
sand
and
stone
ages
Brainless
crazy,
I've
been
shitting
since
a
baby
Stop
complaining
that's
that
bitch
up
in
your
fragrance
Times
are
wasting,
losing
patience
I've
been
sitting
waiting
on
one
of
you
niggas
to
try
me
Golden
homie,
I
keep
it
one
hundred
Call
of
Duty,
cuz
I'm
finna
catch
a
body
If
ever
you
niggas
can't
understand
me
She
put
the
strap
all
up
in
her
panty
Down
lady,
yeah
that's
my
baby
And
I'm
clutching
mine
soI'm
locked
and
ready
Here
come
the
squad
cars
Bitch
I'm
looking
like
a
lick
Bitch
I
keep
the
burner
on
my
hip
Free
got
the
gat
and
he
got
it
on
his
lap
When
the
mothafuckin
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
Cops
pulled
me
over
with
the
strap
on
my
lap
1 Outta Time
2 Too Close
3 Pressure
4 Holiday Inn
5 Paradise
6 Feel
7 Take Me Back
8 On My Lap
9 Shooting Up the Club
10 More Than We Asked For
11 The Plan
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