paroles de chanson JAAÈ's Catalog (Mashup) - JAAE

My rhythms really really got crack in it
Make me wanna smack them, gotta put some back in it
Money on some Biggie, cause i'm really feeling fat with it
Feeling like a Thursday, when I but some back in it, crack in it
Real nigga, i'll fold you
Make 'em double think like they got cold shoes
Tell 'em that i'm winter fresh, and that i'm still the best
Feeling like DJ Khaled, in'02
Nigga C.T.F.U. you loosing!
And these bars ain't simple, still ruthless
I do it, it's done in advance
I am the parent, you still on them boosters!
And that shit ain't real, bitch you boosting
And mah songs gone be what they boosting
I pop up, and fuck up ya plans, I am the winner, you just remain loosing
You silly ass niggas ain't shit
C.T.F.U.
Or get blocked, with this brick
Hmm
Nah I ain't holding ya hand
So back the fuck up, betta slip on a mitten
Huh!
You niggas ain't fucking with me
Move along, nah it ain't nothing to see
I am the senator, ended ha, I am not regular, slide on the beat like a fucking Aventador
Bitch, I am hungry, attack like a predator, Pen game be ready to eat
You should be taking the plea, laser be ready to blink
Wipe off his B inna sink
Let me rinse, 'fore I catch his prints, riding in the Benz
Watch me murk, she bust down and twerk, she gone get this work

You niggas is silly, y'all bitches do kill me, y'all really be hating, i'm Tickled Asf
Rolling up 'rillas, hot damn i'm a killa, no Bill, ima kill 'em yo dad inna truck
Look at my niggas
Yeah, all of them tucked
Flipping up fingers, but nah we ain't fuck
Bitch, we stack millions, on billions, on trillions, and yeah i'm chameleon
Adaptive, Asf!

Yeah Yeah Yeah
Talking all that shit
Tweeting from the pothole, no Pato, but you Duck around Bird Bitch
Feeling like Flo' Mili like i'm that bitch
And you like a bug, you make mah shit itch
When you rap they snoring, yo flow is boring
Kick rocks, go hike like that hitch

I ain't even wanna go in like this
I'm the check point, i'm the goal, trying to get like this
I'm the one the wanna be like, wanna look like this
How the fuck you gone be hating? Nigga's still named Chris
Showing pictures to they doctors, "Want my face like his"
I'll be Rovin' in My Range, with Blacked-out Tint
I be chillin' on mah Zen, you can still get hit
Ain't no sucka, but i'm counting like the owl with the licks

What's Poppingtin?
Still at this hoe neck, no gargling
Know they D Cee me, no Washington
And that Young Fly nigga?
I'm higher than, i'm flying in
You eyeing in
Joe, look we did it, no Biden
Bet you think I didn't know you was Bi-den
Used to eat the Kitty-Kat, then was ride-in
Dick!
I'm the shit
And 'yuh grand mammies dude is a bitch
And I bet you one hundred ain't none of them pulling up
Blasting them rounds, and still miss
Hatin' on me? Yo name Chris
Baby, come look at my wrist
Ain't nothing but Apple
No Adam and 'Evein
But you'z a snake, and you hiss bitch

Speed it up, race
Word to Blacc Chyna i'm stacking up cake
You bothering me, and it's giving headache
Bitch, I will pound on yo shit, ain't no cake
She dropping it low, you want to hear claps?
Then throw 'mo
Shout-out that nigga named Mo
Bitch, I am cold
How the fuck you ain't know?
Finger lick flow like my shit edible
Not you hit my line, but in public steady ducking
Nigga's bite my Steez, in row?
Yeah, they be ducking
You tired, Robitussin
I'm peaking, but ain't no bussin'
My niggas bussin' shots, if you talking shit should be ducking

Thought I told y'all bitches i'm good, i'm great
Eating good, more green than my salad
Look, and I am the man who gon' take thee upper hand
Slap 'ya man, it's me
I'm bout it
Hmm
S.O.L.I.D. as a rock
Ain't chicken, but it cock
Write your own shit?
Nigga, I doubt it
Hmm
Ta-Taking all hush money
Follow like a lost puppy
Bark, No bite, Stay growling

JAAÈ...