Maffew Ragazino - Favourite Js lyrics

rate me

I don't blend in, I stand out

I don't camp out, nor do lines

Just black girls that do girls

And white girls that do lines

I'm a dog, ho, do it doggy style

And my nuts hang, canine

I make phone calls, I get dirt did

I keep clean hands, I can't do time

My uncle told me jail ain't the place to be

Seven years in, and he still gotta serve thirty-three

Nonfiction, no parole, he doin' fed time

If I ever go to jail, bet a nigga make headlines

Life's a bitch but I wet mine

Got her tipsy off red wine and ate the pussy from behind

Yeah, and she loved it

Easy does it, one take, I don't punch it

One date and I'm fuckin'

When I say I got a bouquet, no, I ain't cuffin'

Bottles of Merlot Rose go by the dozen, ho

Live fast, die young

When it comes to pitchin' white

Then I nail that shit, could'a got a Cy Young

Fe Fi Fo Fum

Had the bred once, Deadstock with the key-chain since 01'

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If I should die, before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take

Pants saggin' as I'm walkin' through those pearly gates

Hat cocked, in some deadstock Aqua 8's

Bury me in my favourite J's

Bury me in my favourite J's

Bury me in my favourite J's

Bury me in my favourite J's

One lit, one rolled

If she don't go both ways, no go

Ha, left with two but I showed up solo

Livin' in the fast lane but a nigga drive slow though

Yeah, fuck bitches, get pollo

Eat steak and shrimp and sip Bordeaux

Selvedge denim, Yoko Ono

Konichiwa bitches, yeah my motto

Fresh to death but I ain't takin' no press release photos

I got church at 9 A.M. Sunday

Then brunch at noon, I do Soko

My J's clean, they white and royal

My bitch bougie, my son spoiled

No squares in this inner circle

Paper gang, hard boiled

'Til death do us, my niggas loyal

My J's clean, they black and royal

Keep the pus' if that mouth awful

Ten times out of ten chance that

I'll never call you

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