J.R. Writer - Serious Business lyrics

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J.R. Writer aka serious business

Writers block part mother fucking 3

Welcome to greatness cock sucker

June 27, history in the making my album

It's gonna shut shit down

You know its been a lot of mother fucking talking in the streets

I'm here to shut that shit down man

Ok, get in tune with me fam

Knoxville...Ebonics (Wooo)

Yes sir...bring the beater

Ok, Dipset nigga

We been bring that powerful music to the table

Year after year man, consecutively (true story)

What else can you ask for man (uh)

I go by the name of J.R. Writer aka the writer of writers

Man I done had plenty of names (but what) but today (what)

I'm show you way they call me serious business

Let's do it

I bag'em box'em, magnum pop'em that'll stop'em (stop'em)

Im from the crack and bottom

You need them packs I got'em (here you go)

Shit it's a fact they mob'em (why)

Pissy ear (ear), pissy chain (chain), pissy ring

Jeweler got bladder problem (bling)

I keep that damn raw, cross from the damn store (come holler)

In the trench, on the bench like I cant ball

Fresh off of cam tour, trying to get me some cash (Cha ching)

Go out and get it, I didn't just sit on my ass (no)

Let them digits go pass, I'm supplying the white (here you go)

Soon as I run of of this, take a ride to the heights (we out)

Just be honest I'm nice (nice)

Be prepared for the beast (why)

This not a damn song, you can compare to the Cee (no)

I'll flare at you peeps (bla), you wear those a week (week)

Who you go seen at us Teairra and Bleek (Bleek)

(Laughing)

Lets go back in, I will cook'em today, push it and spray

He aint got to be near for me to put him away

It's J.R. Writer you better shut up ox (shut up)

I'll break the roc let I'm bout' to setup shop

Then.. head up top, basically the lay low

New number, new home

Change my name to pueblo (no speak english)

Shake'em off like 5-0, switching it up circularly

Put away that ass and get me a little merkery (let get low)

That goes for you and the rest of your crew (why)

Throw up your diamonds, know you biting wrestlers too uh

Listen man, this aint no label I just sign to man

This right here is family, fam you feel me

You cross them, you cross me man

This is a movement, I move with man