J.R. Writer

J.R. Writer - Authentic lyrics

rate me

(ft. Cassidy)

One, two, you hear me clear?

This shit you ain’t recozine clear, for real

These niggas be looking like you’re force by me

We got caves in the bag with the clips all in ém

That mean I’m face, shits ok then

Never give a fuck, never make a diffrence

It’s like it’s really safe and my shit soft in it

Get it with my shit, ooh did it, did it

When I look you, seems so real

We got fake all in your jans

I only judge you for what they start to see

Do you really spend it real, you got fake all in your gens

I won’t judge you fuck what they start and I see

Look , I told all this trush she rap I don’t need no gaming

I sit you wander how clasic try to be your finely

How could we be finish, I don’t really see no limit

But nigga think he flosign on me

He must be a dentist

I’m royalty, tell ‚em catch cuz I am staring

Touch my loyalty, I’m passing out we flying colors

I supply the godest, suckers we was not a husteler

So take the sits, somebody miss the fouder option

I want it all like I just really want it all

How lie to you,I try to do what you’ll ain’t never done before

Fuck you more, what’s the fucking for

Like you want a war

Hug the floor, you just try to be real

We got caves in the bag with the clips all in ém

That mean I’m face, shits ok then

Never give a fuck, never make a diffrence

It’s like it’s really safe and my shit soft in it

Get it with my shit, ooh did it, did it

When I look you, seems so real

We got fake all in your jans

I only judge you for what they start what I see

Yo going outstairs suck so I ain’t trying to get based up

Pop a spread don’t mean stop

But I’m husteling, cutting that base up

You jo be I’ll be in hell been

I’ll be in hell waiting if you try gertting you way up

Get your face cut, large scars you can’t cover with make-up

Wait I got my cake up

Straight up my pocket got A plans

And the pocket that you got in your pants

It’s a AK, flatest air no I ain’t try to go back to you

If I clap a shall then come to tell

If I clac homie you’re in randome

I spend the cake in cartoon, read the niggas fake

I do it big, I’m all in it

They all the fish I am all fineing

You had cause but gave ‚em back

You ain’t pay for that they all running

Or at least a male that you ain’t by the cash

You find to much what you lying that

We got caves in the bag with the clips all in ém

That mean I’m face, shits ok then

Never give a fuck, never make a diffrence

It’s like it’s really safe and my shit soft in it

Get it with my shit, ooh did it, did it

When I look you, seems so real

We got fake all in your jans

I only judge you for what they start to see

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