Wake Up Jay Critch
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[Chorus]
Count up hunnids when I wake up
Next to a bad bitch with no makeup
I'm a line a nigga like a tape-up
I'm a real nigga, I dont say much
Why they actin' all surprised that I came up?
Why these fuck niggas got they eyes on my paper?
Hood Fave, bitch, my city treat me like the mayor
I been talkin' money, tell her, "Holla at me later"
Count up hunnids when I wake up
Next to a bad bitch with no makeup
I'm a line a nigga like a tape-up
I'm a real nigga, I dont say much
Why they actin' all surprised that I came up?
Why these fuck niggas got they eyеs on my paper?
Hood Fave, bitch, my city treat mе like the mayor
I been talkin' money, tell her, "Holla at me later"
[Verse 1]
We hit a jugg, tryna hit another later
I wish you would
Still in the hood, I ain't worried 'bout a hater
That pussy good, I got bitches different flavors
Like I'm playin' for the Lakers
She wanna fuck, that's your bitch and I'ma take her
That bitch a slut, I was doin' you a favor
I'm still the [?], water on me like a glacier
That bitch changed, got no cash, shorty, hoo-hoo
Niggas talkin 'cause they mad, I'm like, "Who you?"
Stayin with the 4-5, not a 22
Run up with my slimes, we still get the blues clues
Balmain but I used to Trues
Count up hunnids when I wake up
Next to a bad bitch with no makeup
I'm a line a nigga like a tape-up
I'm a real nigga, I dont say much
Why they actin' all surprised that I came up?
Why these fuck niggas got they eyes on my paper?
Hood Fave, bitch, my city treat me like the mayor
I been talkin' money, tell her, "Holla at me later"
Count up hunnids when I wake up
Next to a bad bitch with no makeup
I'm a line a nigga like a tape-up
I'm a real nigga, I dont say much
Why they actin' all surprised that I came up?
Why these fuck niggas got they eyеs on my paper?
Hood Fave, bitch, my city treat mе like the mayor
I been talkin' money, tell her, "Holla at me later"
[Verse 1]
We hit a jugg, tryna hit another later
I wish you would
Still in the hood, I ain't worried 'bout a hater
That pussy good, I got bitches different flavors
Like I'm playin' for the Lakers
She wanna fuck, that's your bitch and I'ma take her
That bitch a slut, I was doin' you a favor
I'm still the [?], water on me like a glacier
That bitch changed, got no cash, shorty, hoo-hoo
Niggas talkin 'cause they mad, I'm like, "Who you?"
Stayin with the 4-5, not a 22
Run up with my slimes, we still get the blues clues
Balmain but I used to Trues
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