JAMBA BOYS - Queens (New York)

Ayo, attention, I need your attention
I feel like Bart Simpson
I feel like when I say something, she just ain't gonna listen
We pull up and pop the truck
And we just throw your bitch in
We're gonna throw your bitch in
My slime is finger licking
And I'm back at it (yeah)
Like a crack addict (yeah)
She keep texting me, I drop her like a bad habit
If you keep testing me, I'll put you in a hole like a rabbit
She keep on sexting me, I told her it was minutes to madness
Flying out to Paris for a day (yeah)
Took her to Japan, that's where we stay (yeah)
And I might eat her like some Frito lay
And I might go, cirque soleil
If it's raining, grab an umbrella
If you cheated, don't ever tell her
Cause I slept with her best two years ago, and I still didn't tell her
Man I thought you were captain pimp a hoe, not captain save a hoe
Man I thought you were captain pimp a hoe, not captain save a hoe

Ayo, ayo, ayo
So many girls I went to school with got only fans now
And it's kinda weird because
I remember seeing you in class
Now I'm seeing you show your ass
And you doing something strange for a piece of change
Now imagine what they'd do for a few bands
You know what I mean, you know what I'm saying
Ayo, shoutout for the boys
One, two, three, let's go

I got fifty pills, I got fifty sills
And that girl wants to go fast, but this ain't no hot wheels
And I pop another sill, shout-out Future
She belongs to the streets, shout-out Future
I can't look in her eyes like Medusa
I saw her in my dreams, and I feel like Martin Luther
I took that girl to Queens, and she's asking about some hookah
I told her I don't know, and now she's calling me a loser
I might do two hundred in a Rari
I'm not playing Atari
I might go call Cardi
I might die lit like Carti
I might go crash your party
I might see where you moms be
I might see where your sister be
I might see where your auntie be
And if I ever drip too hard my fault (yeah)
If I ever put ten racks in a vault (yeah)
Then you better know we're coming to your home (yeah)
Then we're shooting your dome (yeah)
If you're home alone, yeah, if you're home alone

Ok, yep in my white tee
Yep, in my white tee
I might call up Miley
Do a line with Miley
Man I feel like Rickey Smiley, you know where to find me
I ain't hard to find nigga, you know where to find me
I was on the ultralight beam, she licked me up like ice cream
She wants to go make a movie, and put it on the big screen
I told her we make a movie, I'm gonna name it sixteen
Cause that's how many times I fucked a bitch named Britney
Oops, I did it again
I fucked one of her friends
I made other plans
Feel like Peter Pan, they were popping some xans
I put ice in my hands, I put diamonds in my hands
If I ever drip too hard my fault (yeah)
If I ever drip too hard my fault (yeah)
And, if I ever put ten racks in a vault (yeah)
If I ever put ten racks in a vault

Written by:
JAMBA BOYS, Kyrin Thomas

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