ejai - JAMAICAN TONY (feat. Justo Muddy)

Sosa 808
Fly out to Cali and go get the pounds on the weekend
You niggas watching but can't stop shit buss off the glock and I'm leaving
I ride in a 22 Benz but I ain't got no friends so I motherfuckin keep it
Got the blick right beside a me
Slim thick bitch come ride on me
Applying pressure I'm upping the score
Dropping the price on the motherfuckin P
Trying to compete man I ain't even see him making that noise
And I ain't even hear him
Boy you a bitch
Put that bread on his head leave him ugly
In my city the killers they fuck with me
I'm the Jamaican Tony
Everywhere I go
I get respect don't diss that big dogs call me big dog
Cause my money tall and my bitch bad
Big bags on me
I got the bags of the flavors the exotics right on me man
This shit ain't cheap
Fucking your bitch 20 minutes I don't got the time to go give her an hour
Gotta go get me some money it's calling
Bitch I'm balling
Bad bitch got my Ruger with me at the party you don't wanna get it started
Set it off in this bitch
Fire spit outta di nozzle as me empty out the clip
Started off at Mickey D's
Serving the zips of the tree for the 125
Could not believe my eyes
I made the same money I worked for a month
Trapping made it happen I can't even front
Now I'm living life in a big way
On a big plane
With a suitcase of them big face with a bitch face on my dick
I CAN'T LIVE REGULAR
I can't live regular
Keep me some shooters they act
Like some predators
Broke boy wanna be my competitor
30 bands in a month off a cellular
Gucci, Loui make me flex like wrestler
Pop me nigga I ain't into the wrestling
Light skin thick bitch and she catching it
20 pounds of the strong I'm investing in
Real street nigga bitch I grew up in the trenches
4-5 shooters and we all got extensions
I remember back then jumping over fences
Now I'm blowing bands all in Saks on Balenci
I'm the type to get it out the mud with this trap shit
28 to 56 what you call a backflip
Soon as I hit the bitch turn to a cat fish
I don't got the time for these hoes and track shit
FLEX!
Fly out to Cali and go get the pounds on the weekend
You niggas watching but can't stop shit buss off the glock and I'm leaving
I ride in a 22 Benz but I ain't got no friends so I motherfuckin keep it
Got the blick right beside of me
Slim thick bitch come ride on me
Applying pressure I'm upping the score
Dropping the price on the motherfuckin P
Trying to compete man I ain't even see him making that noise
And I ain't even hear him
Boy you a bitch
Put that bread on his head leave him ugly
In my city the killers they fuck with me
I'm the Jamaican Tony
Everywhere I go
I get respect don't diss that big dogs call me big dog
Cause my money tall and my bitch bad
Big bags on me
I got the bags of the flavors the exotics right on me man
This shit ain't cheap
Fucking your bitch 20 minutes I don't got the time to go give her an hour

Written by:
Brandon Parker, Errol Allen Jr., Justice Jackson

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