J4y King - Essentia

I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
Yeah, uh
I’m sliding on em
Money is calling
Ballin I’m starting
These niggas starving
Sorta like Marvin
My lady gorgeous
Style make em nauseous
Dey better move cautious
You can not smoke on my reefer
I talk my shit thru the speaker
How you balling from the bleacher
This shit is pure white no t-shirt
This shit is dope the same color as T-shirt
You want a lesson might teach ya
Pull up a chair I’m the teacher
She want to kick it no FIFA
I’m in the field like it’s FIFA
She throw it back like it’s Fila
I’m making a movie ya shawty the feature
I am a beast, ain’t no regular creature
I kill the beat then I throw on the T-shirt
I say I need a few bands for the feature
Smoking Sativa, rolling Sativa
Heard that I’m lit now she got baby fever
I save no hoes, baby I am not FEMA
You seen it all nigga that was a teaser
Top of the class I said I’m the leader
Top of the class I said I’m the leader
You seen it all nigga that was a teaser
I save no hoes, baby I am not FEMA
Still rolling Sativa
Still Smoking Sativa
Top of the class I said I’m the
Floating on em like a life vest on
Turn the beat on
Watch me go off
Two claps lights off
Rappers getting knocked off
Wave hit you knock ya socks off
Gotta her blowing like molotov
Cocktail she cocks tail I Impale
Got her wet like
Shawty selling shells by the seashore
I’ll be on it I’ll be sure (Al B Sure)
And I’m talking night and day shit
See the flip like a light switch
Switch flows that’s a light shift
Like you came for four
That’s a light shift
I be working pass 12 night shift
Drop bombs sink ships
Niggas got loose lips
Diarrhea of the mouth
But never shitting on tracks
I be dumping on tracks
Call sanitation on that
These niggas hitting my line
Im never hit ‘em back
Ya Shawty hitting my line
I hit and give it right back
No receipt for return
Drag rappers give em rug burn
Touch ya heart call it heart burn To much vitamin D
She getting sun burned
Go deep make her tummy turn
Ooouuuu
Da boy nasty
Bars so crafty
Talk dirty
But I’m still classy
Walk in with the trash
Then you can’t match me
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em
I’m sliding on em

Written by:
JIM STEPHEN

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