[Intro: NAV & JETTI]
Perfect
Put eh frame pon eh wall cah yuh worth it
Chat to yuh like mi therapist
'42, pour eh up, kinda nervous (Mmm)
Nah lie, type a body haffi worship
Put di worl' pon mi back, yuh deserve it
When yuh out with yuh friends, I be lurkin'
'Memba times in the past, used to curve mi
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
(Gyal tell mi weh yuh—)
[Verse 1: Bay Swag & Cash Cobain]
I need it, I'm fiendin', this lil bitch is a demon (Tss)
I want it, I need it, pussy so good, thera-peetic
If she got her shit together, you know I'ma breed it
She don't got her shit together, you know she gon' keep it
Moral of the story, you never could dump in a treesh bitch
Every time she tell me she love me, I never believe it
At a point, my heart so cold, anemic
At a point, my heart so cold, it be freezin'
She the type to wipe your nose like she sneezin'
She the type to write your phone, blow it up, be fiendin'
I'm the type to watch her call, act like I ain't see it
Like she the type of thot-ass ho that act like she ain't treeshin'
Finsta postin', but I'm really creepin'
We can make a vid and you could leak it
She be likin' when I spread her legs open in that Range Rover and I eat it
And you know that pussy be the best, you can call me Michael Jack', the way I beat it
Perfect
Put eh frame pon eh wall cah yuh worth it
Chat to yuh like mi therapist
'42, pour eh up, kinda nervous (Mmm)
Nah lie, type a body haffi worship
Put di worl' pon mi back, yuh deserve it
When yuh out with yuh friends, I be lurkin'
'Memba times in the past, used to curve mi
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
(Gyal tell mi weh yuh—)
[Verse 1: Bay Swag & Cash Cobain]
I need it, I'm fiendin', this lil bitch is a demon (Tss)
I want it, I need it, pussy so good, thera-peetic
If she got her shit together, you know I'ma breed it
She don't got her shit together, you know she gon' keep it
Moral of the story, you never could dump in a treesh bitch
Every time she tell me she love me, I never believe it
At a point, my heart so cold, anemic
At a point, my heart so cold, it be freezin'
She the type to wipe your nose like she sneezin'
She the type to write your phone, blow it up, be fiendin'
I'm the type to watch her call, act like I ain't see it
Like she the type of thot-ass ho that act like she ain't treeshin'
Finsta postin', but I'm really creepin'
We can make a vid and you could leak it
She be likin' when I spread her legs open in that Range Rover and I eat it
And you know that pussy be the best, you can call me Michael Jack', the way I beat it
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