Jae Millz

Jae Millz - Barstool Flow

rate me

This bit is so cool, I should be rapping on the boss tool

I tale that, bitches get over there, no harpoon

No scorpion, bezel full of colors like art school

Gotta coming ilesley in the banks, car pool

Pitbull, shaking on his pants, pups are smoking

Now or let, my weed like turn down and what

Ten miles and they dare to fuck

I mean nail to run ways, they trend mediums, but they train to fuck

I’m a certain fired boy keen, no relation to our king

But I’m ledging in New York for allen, your favor rapper favor girl list for every Cullen

Two avenues can’t stop him, but that bitch wanted me when I was walking

When I was local there, papped in my chair till I was talking

Switch the day now my wave’s soky, my ass UV in my ears loggy

Fuck, suck this bitch feel me, fuck it low like fuck it though

I’d fuck your home but ain’t you low

Come and get that, I gotta couple mood, therefore I flow

I need a riffo ‘cause my cup is low, aspect what nigga see

And I’m like what, fuck it so, fuck it so

Oh, just exercising my coolness

Oh, my blow so cool I should be rapping on a boss tool

She is to my dotes, call me sin, I shall be our, our

I heard nigga was hanging on me, you’re record on debate know me

Oh, Godness, that’s my secret name, everything crade upon me

Gain to face, all like a stage affront of me

I killed, hate that niggas, unbelieve, I’m the number one

Never be the one to be, unless you’re talking bout wanna be a building near

Here we all wanna be now on kneels, but truth is I feel this falling

That I see primos, zeroes, I ain’t on my shit, wore as she be bitch

She know miss the nice guys, smoke or the mean flow

We burn extendal, now we know, miss see the dragon, call me sting stuff

Fly of the top row, namely you girl pussy , put it in the slip

And instinct grammar, long they ain’t go and push me

I’m so used to be in cool rush hang upon that and use to drink coca-cola

It’s change the story about I got tired how to be inhaled on all my competitions

So I fled to be that older queer was called them

All praises dote, that shall not disrespect thee, disrespect he,

Disrespect me JOD till his presence

My flow raises his shock like it is gelety, forget it

Burn the lower rapper stalls, still inget my credit

Their mums must be drinking, my banker count no sweding

I see a lot of rollex, this is hard to accept it

I know that crowd working a lot while you nigga schept it

No people work, no one praise to, no serious number, nigga you’re fool casual

My bitch ask haze you, my skin talk meibou

My ex screamed that I hate you, I whisper but I need you.

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