Bardo Jones - FUBU!

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Big Jones is fuuubuuu



Address me as daddy Blaytent, ima brand name

You got artists backing your brand but they all mad lame

We know only snitches point fingers so I won’t name names

All I’m saying,

Your drip ain’t Blaytent, that’s a damn shame

Me, I’m just swerving politely in all of yall lanes

Yea I hear em beeping, but still, ima be here all day

Set up shop, right on your block, now this a mall baby

Cash, cash app, or swipes, I’m taking all payments

Some days just ain’t money, that’s how the game go

Tighten up my scope, so tomorrow hit what I aim for

Used to keep my head down, moving in and out the crowd

Now I keep my head high, and make them suckas move around

Better put respect on my name, it’s exclamations here

Or blaat, blaat, blaat, ima leave your expectations there

High stepping over my own goals, yours way lower

Heard this shits impossible, but me I was made for it

Thinking bout my past obstacles

Got off my ass like vamanos

Hit the gas like adios

I’m the hottest thing to ever get invented in the O

How I go from just a man to miracle

I look in the mirror damn bruh you cold

Medusa Jones, how they eye locked on me how they froze

Antelope in my high beams

Ima star not a car, quit trying to ride me

Though shall not take this drip in vein, IV

Written by:
RICARDO MARSHALL

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