Lyrics
Turn me up
A-A-Asked bro if it's hot in the ends he said, "Yes of course"
They tryna block my blessings that's why I be praisin' the Lord
These girls only seek perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's M-O-B 'til I rest, a corpse
Back on my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes
It's been years since I made me a wop, but my phone still ringin' with calls
It's been years since I hit that, and she still goin' through withdrawls
Testin', testin' (testin', testin')
When it comes to a nigga like me gotta count your blessings
Last ting that got lock off, she wanna pop off inna my mentions
She want me to pay her bills and buy new heels, but my name not Destin
(It's Jacuzzi)
Yeah, question, question (question, question)
Why every time we spend time this shit is expensive?
I don't drive no Beamer, that's for the bitches, I'm in the Benzes
Every time that we fuck I make her cum to come to her senses, it's senseless
Ayy, I done had Nessa, I done had Cortney, Gigi too
Uh, all of 'em precious, all of 'em special, freaky too
Uh, I'm in a five-percent there ain't no leakin' through
Uh, I ain't no sneaky link 'cause I ain't a sneaky dude (Jacuzzi)
A-A-Asked bro if it's hot in the ends he said, "Yes of course"
They tryna block my blessings that's why I be praisin' the Lord
These girls only seek perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's M-O-B 'til I rest, a corpse
Back on my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes
It's been years since I made me a wop, but my phone still ringin' with calls
It's been years since I hit that
Ayy, niggas ain't keepin up with me so we left 'em
I still got a ting I hit from time that stay up in Pelham
I just the word and all my dawgs dem'll go fetch 'em
Pullin' up in a white whip and I bend that block like Beckham
My chain lick up the streets, twist up, hit up the beach, 'Cuzzi stay off the leash
Shame these niggas, they checks get bigga, then chest wan' big up to me
Ya man 6'2, and yeah that's cool, but he not bigger than me
I don't do Twitter 'cause that for niggas who all wan' kick up and pree
I love my girls like Rih Rih, can't play with 'em 'cause they too savage
Baby, you still need healin', yeah, you bad, but you come with baggage
How you gon' fuck with a nigga like me? You settle for less than average
Twosome, threesomes, foursomes ain't nothin' that I can't manage
A-A-Asked bro if it's hot in the ends he said, "Yes of course"
They tryna block my blessings that's why I be praisin' the Lord
These girls only seek perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's M-O-B 'til I rest, a corpse
Back on my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes
It's been years since I made me a wop, but my phone still ringin' with calls
It's been years since I hit that, and she still goin' through withdrawls
Jahmarie Adams
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