paroles de chanson Instrumental Gypsy - JTL Jaido

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, every one a freak
Till they get up in the sheets
So don't say that you a freak if you not tryna take the
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, she just want some D from the J-I-T
Said her ex man can't connect like some bad IT
I don't ever do the beef, if I don't like you, I'll delete ya
Wasn't fuckin' with me, now they payin' for a feature

Used to treat me like I'm bummy, now they sayin' nice to meet ya
Call me chief just like I'm Keef, yeah
I'm smokin' on some reefer, and that shit wrapped in keef, uh

I'm snoopin' with my dawgs
And I'm high as Wiz Khalifa
Yeah, I'm Mr. Take Your Bitch
But really, I don't even need her

GTA, I'm on a mission
I can't stop till it's completed
She must think I'm Michael Jackson
She keep wantin' me to beat it

Florida boy, I'm on this bitch
And yeah, you know I'm gettin' heated, uh
Bitch, I'm heatin', I don't get mad
But you give me a reason

I'll call Lil' 3, 3 up
Florida boy, I'm hot all season
My bitch bad, she Costa Rican
Don't get mad, I just get even

But I'm way too high up
You pussy's can't even touch this
Yeah, way I'm runnin' this shit
I smoke this shit up like a blunt bitch

Uh, JTL, I'm just tryna live
They tryna see me done with it
Yeah, the moment I stop havin' fun
Be the moment that I be done with it

Think you all that and a bag of chips
No, it's not that and it's not this
My shit hit, your shit miss
My bitch like a ten
Your bitch look like a light six
I don't do pretend
I hop in, I get right in

All this shit off the head
I just think I don't write shit
Uh, baby, what it do
You say you wanna pull up, then come through

My bro like Nardwaur
He pull up, make it go doot-doola-doot-doo
You say I'm simping, yeah, that's cool
My bitch bad, she won't fuck you

I used to fall asleep in school
Now I'm in the stu
From the sun down to the sun up
Yeah, they down and we up

But sometimes I'm down, so I need me a re-up
Put salt in they wounds while we sip margaritas
Yeah, I'm on the court while y'all sit on the bleachers, uh

Uh, yeah, they miss me
Switch the beat so much
They call me instrumental gypsy
I don't drink, but if I do

I sip wine and lift my pinky
I just think I don't be writing shit down
This shit up in me
Having visions of a mansion

And a butler call me Jimmy
I was broker then the fuck in 2020 flexin' stimmies
Only difference is I got it in me

And I do not envy
My name Jaiden, but I go by Jaido
You can call me Himmy
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm him

Floating on the beat
You would think I got fins
Yeah, I do this with a deep passion
He was at the summit

Now, he in the past tense
Yeah, you do this, for the views and the flashing
Do I got gas, it depends, who asking

Too much sauce
Yeah, I think I need a napkin
Did my ass green, lil jit
You flagging
Yeah, we been having
You been sad

Boy, go get up
And get a bag
Yeah, I been good
But my bitch bad

I lay the wood
Then see you later, bae
Tryna get the bucks
Like I'm Tampa Bay

You a hater, boy
You sipping haterade
Like a gator, boy
I'm from the Florida water

I don't rap on beats
I just be floating on them
Like, uh

Yeah
Uh, uh
Yeah, uh
Floating on it

Floating on that shit
Like, uh
Uh, yeah
Floating on that shit

Like, uh
Uh, uh, uh
I just float on that shit
Like, uh