Shawn Chrystopher - Jaded lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Ain't nobody left here with us?

Eighty forty

Huh

Huh

(Hook)

Bruh, I be spillin' champagne all on my forces, ah

I'm so faded, I just had to know where Oprah and Tim Bobrah walk so jaded

You tell me what that shit look like, cause to me look like I made it

You take home whatever's left and I leave early with your favorite

(Verse)

Niggas ain't fuckin' around

None of my cru fuck around?

None of my cru from around

Nigga got payed cash, it's a strick 16

And if fuck with these hoes they be down here

Be down at the waffle house and might pull a rug

Feelin' like I'm in the goddamn thing above me

With a white bitch you ain't got, no black friends

But swear to God she luv me

That's what happens when a nigga get money

Bitches with beauty who skin deep

I sell out shows and I move the crowd

Like I know neva thinkin' they could switch seats

My skin feelin' for this six piece

Hot ? for some season fries

Got a new contract on the in-between

When you deal with snakes, don't even read the lines

I

What the fuck did you think I be sayn?

All of these beats and all of these rides

The fuck you be think I be playn?

All of these bands, nigga got all of these bands

My bacon colored like Coachella

Nigga

(Hook)

Bruh, I be spillin' champagne all on my forces, ah

I'm so faded, I just had to know where Oprah and Tim Bobrah walk so jaded

You tell me what that shit look like, cause to me look like I made it

You take home whatever's left and I leave early with your favorite

(Verse 2)

Niggas ain't fuckin' around

None of my cru fuck around?

Betta be watchin' yo mouth

I come in yo house, sit and have speak with yo spouse(?)

Make sure I nutter your couch

We did it befo', prolly while you was at work

Hearin' this shit prolly hurt

You bump on my shit, now wanna fuck on yo bitch

Teachin' that kitty the trick

(Verse 3)

Mane, I'm back in the game, let a nigga press restart

Otha bitch can't fuck wit me let a nigga beat off

My ass so clean, make a nigga wanna eat up

Got a plug on the net, you show how a nigga beat off

I show up so wasted, so money's none of my business

And pussy cat go run nigga

But a real dog don't chase shit

(Hook)

Bruh, I be spillin' champagne all on my forces, ah

I'm so faded, I just had to know where Oprah and Tim Bobrah walk so jaded

You tell me what that shit look like, cause to me look like I made it

You take home whatever's left and I leave early with your favorite