J Hus
Hasta la baby
Link Up TV, street heat, uh
The beef gets cooking, niggas start making phone calls
If the beef gets cooking, I ain't gotta get vocal
And if it ain't on me, then trust me, it's local
I won't beat around the bush, I'll get my beater out the bush
Girls 'dem on man, I'm anything but sweet
I know about grafting, I had food up in my butt cheeks
Plus I built a monk line, that rings like a cunch line
Made my re-up Ps back and it ain't even lunch time
These girls fuck with paigons so I don't really trust none
Put my shank in my waist before I even put my socks on
I've been up and down, money smells like body odour
You won't get nowhere sitting on that bloody sofa
Ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I'm rassclart paro, 'cause everybody's booky
They heard I'm doing juju, now niggas think I'm spooky
That nigga be a paigon, we used to go the same school
Had to buss' it at him just to show him that we ain't cool
They shanked my nigga up, that's what makes my blood boil
Pass me the nines, I'm fully loyal to the soil
Trust me, I'll drop suttin' like I'm clumsy
End up back in jail, writing letters to my mumsy
I might hit the can, tell Creeper roll a big ting
Tell my little bro, don't be nothing like his sibling
Tell that bad beat come here 'cause I'm feeling horny
If I drop a little game, I'll be beating surely
Yo b, what's your name? What's your number?
Face looking pretty but I'm staring at your bumper
I took the black girl, told Creeper take her friend
I can't really trust her, she be from a paigon ends
I tried to compose myself, I tried so hard
Her body make an atheist say "Oh my God"
She might line me up, fuck it, I'll just take a tool
Hit it from the back, like Rico off of Paid in Full
She loves the way I rap
She loves it when I'm talking grease
She needs a lift home
Baby girl, you shoulda' bought some Ps
J Hus, I'm the hardest out my borough
Roll in with a big ting, no it ain't borrowed
Why? It's 'cause these roads; they never show you love
And when it's peak, all your dons don't even know you bruv
Me, I'm from the fakest ends, I ain't into making friends
Fuck this life
I let my mum down, I gotta make amends
I gotta make ends meet like organised beef
I only showered ten times in over five weeks
I ain't got time for that
I got a grand to stack
You broke boys, I dunno where your mind is at
No word of a lie, this is all me darg'
But it's like they don't rate us
They say Potter, Bonkaz and Stormzy's hard
Next time you better mention J Hus
Hasta la baby
Link Up TV, street heat, uh
The beef gets cooking, niggas start making phone calls
If the beef gets cooking, I ain't gotta get vocal
And if it ain't on me, then trust me, it's local
I won't beat around the bush, I'll get my beater out the bush
Girls 'dem on man, I'm anything but sweet
I know about grafting, I had food up in my butt cheeks
Plus I built a monk line, that rings like a cunch line
Made my re-up Ps back and it ain't even lunch time
These girls fuck with paigons so I don't really trust none
Put my shank in my waist before I even put my socks on
I've been up and down, money smells like body odour
You won't get nowhere sitting on that bloody sofa
Ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said ohh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I'm rassclart paro, 'cause everybody's booky
They heard I'm doing juju, now niggas think I'm spooky
That nigga be a paigon, we used to go the same school
Had to buss' it at him just to show him that we ain't cool
They shanked my nigga up, that's what makes my blood boil
Pass me the nines, I'm fully loyal to the soil
Trust me, I'll drop suttin' like I'm clumsy
End up back in jail, writing letters to my mumsy
I might hit the can, tell Creeper roll a big ting
Tell my little bro, don't be nothing like his sibling
Tell that bad beat come here 'cause I'm feeling horny
If I drop a little game, I'll be beating surely
Yo b, what's your name? What's your number?
Face looking pretty but I'm staring at your bumper
I took the black girl, told Creeper take her friend
I can't really trust her, she be from a paigon ends
I tried to compose myself, I tried so hard
Her body make an atheist say "Oh my God"
She might line me up, fuck it, I'll just take a tool
Hit it from the back, like Rico off of Paid in Full
She loves the way I rap
She loves it when I'm talking grease
She needs a lift home
Baby girl, you shoulda' bought some Ps
J Hus, I'm the hardest out my borough
Roll in with a big ting, no it ain't borrowed
Why? It's 'cause these roads; they never show you love
And when it's peak, all your dons don't even know you bruv
Me, I'm from the fakest ends, I ain't into making friends
Fuck this life
I let my mum down, I gotta make amends
I gotta make ends meet like organised beef
I only showered ten times in over five weeks
I ain't got time for that
I got a grand to stack
You broke boys, I dunno where your mind is at
No word of a lie, this is all me darg'
But it's like they don't rate us
They say Potter, Bonkaz and Stormzy's hard
Next time you better mention J Hus
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