Jay-M - Wanna Be You

Aye, aye, aye
I got a son I ain't worried about a broke bitch
I gotta get it it, I ain't worried about these bitches either
Nut chin hanging from the blick like i came with Peter
I ain't showing up to shit if I get subpoenaed
Bitch I ain't even got time like a parking meter
I'm the type to knock it out the park like I'm Derek Jeter
Said her last folks was dusty but I'm hella cleaner
How the fuck that nigga even flexing in an '08 beamer
I, can get it out the bitch
But you can't
No bitch I don't love you we can't hold hands
No bitch I don't know you, I'm not yo mans
Lil bro got that rocket he from Texas do you Dirty Dan
Hit yo first lick and you put it in a song nigga
If you really want smoke I can put it in a bong for you
Five-Seven bullets poke so it wont take long for you
She take instructions from me
No talking no discussions with me
It ain't really bout' a bag you can leave
I can lace you with the game that you need
I thought i was dreaming when i seen you
Pull up right on you
And yo dress see through
5 Percent my whip they can't see you
Don't trip off no hoe that wanna be you
30 shots at yo whip I might flip some
Bad lil bitch who eat dick like its dim sum
You the type to shoot the party up cause you ain't get nun
I'm the type to turn the party up when I walk in
She do it with no hands
I really get bands
Walk in and I do my dance, on a bitch
I ain't never ever been pressured up bout' a bitch
You gon' die over nothing if you tripping on a bitch
These shoes came with no laces, I ain't tripping off these kicks
And that bitch came with some braces but she still can suck a dick
And they say a young nigga racist, cause the color of my whip
Done pouring deuces, pouring fours, we gon' pour a whole six
Im'a do it up for AG bitch I gotta keep it lit
Same niggas popping it, be the same niggas getting stripped
Gotta keep a rocket every time I slide in a spaceship
Gotta keep a trophy on the side I can't fuck a basic
She take instructions from me
No talking no discussions with me
It ain't really bout' a bag you can leave
I can lace you with the game that you need
I thought i was dreaming when i seen you
Pull up right on you
And yo dress see through
5 Percent my whip they can't see you
Don't trip off no hoe that wanna be you

Written by:
Jordan Miller

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