Job Enga - Pen a verse

I just need to fill this cup
She like to hold 'em like crook, she a cop
Light turns red
Got some questions from the feds, I said stop
They be bustin' on 'em doors, all these sauce
Got 'em drippin' on the floor, I'm on fours
Never laid some force
Got these hoes, on my dick, diggin' socmed post (ah)
Like Shaq on the post up
Pussy dry, got 'em soaked up
Devil runs from the street
I'd be murdering them fleets
Money talks as they sleep
Been conversing till it weep (ah)
They be buying to be me
I'm just letting myself free
Silly me
They been sucking on this D
Or just want to be a b
C you fake, (see you fake)
Fuck you mean? see a mirror, why I'm here
I've been chasing all my dream
Yea it brought me to the scene
Fuck a Gucci, no Supreme
Fuck a pussy, no redeem
Huh? (ah)
Tell me who that bitch who been hatin' on me (ah)
Jumpin on this dick but this dick ain't free (ah)
I'd be bitin' kendrick's verse or (or)
I just try to pen a verse
See I got this over flow
Saw you drowned when overflows
I never mind when I got flawed
Heard you cried when no applauds (ah)
I got some peace tol
I'll shoot you on the head using pistol
How this Gloc when gets mad never cease call
You never see school
All these ego you've been gettin' never looks cool
You've been lied fool
All attractions you've been getting wasn't useful
Prideful ankol, haha
I said I try to pen a verse (ah)
versatile like Sammy Sosa
Hittin' homeruns never fails
Never bought something on sale
See I'm Xerxes now, I'd be conquering this bitch
All against Cubao
Bawal dito ang hilaw
Kita mo diin ng tao, lahat dito may galaw
I'm the flyest on this bitch, check ko yung lumang bitaw
Mga bingaw
Tataga, mga purol
Bubunggo ka sa bundok, o isa ka lang burol
Maliit ka sa punggok, par, doon ka na sapul (pul)
You'll never see me on my fall
I'd be switching on both sides
Yea you see me getting slide through
Mailap parang yung girl mo (mo)
Check mo nga yung convo (vo)
I'd be on depths of your debts
I'm not thinking about threats
I was set for your death
Fuck a douchy don't forget
Heard the barbershops be in great debates
'Bout whos the best player
They say Mj, Kob and Lebron
I say, me, Job in the throne
Best brain, blood, and brawn
Aces never pulled up and drawn
Fuck!
I said I try to pen a verse (ah)
I've been hittin' all the quotas
Lumang lonta, walang kupas (kupas) (kupas)
(Bitch)
(Bitch)
(Bitch)
(Bitch)
Bitch ass face
Didn't fumble with this pace
I got sick ass bass
This turns to a rubble, what a big disgrace
Bitch I'm thriving with these hoodlums
Fetch you at your hood tomb
Fuck!
99 percent gone
Hand me one percent, done (gunna)
I see it mattered how it bend
All the talks that you have blend, (drama)
We seem alike, I didn't like
You better zip up all the lies, you stay polite
You dare to write, huh
What
Yea
Whaddup
You know who you're talking to boy
I know (I know)
I know

Written by:
Job Engalan

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