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jay5ive - pt 6 | hazard lights ⚠️ كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
b_tch, grrah, grrah grrah
jail story, pt. 2, comin’ home
grrah, grrah, grrah grrah
gang, [?] line me and sh_t

[story]
like, can’t forget to mention
like i’m comin’ home, it’s the day i got sentenced
had me trapped in the box, know the tension
i ain’t goin’ back, gettin’ cuffed on them benches
now i’m on the bus, og givin’ lectures
like i been through enough, i ain’t ask for a lesson
n_gga, let me teach you a lesson
when you in that jail, there ain’t no smith & wesson
bro i’m shakin’, i’m sweatin’
believe it’s a cap, on bro i was stressin’
those my brothеrs, by the fences
and i can’t еven visit, because i’m a felon
september 5th, i’m in that court
i’m telling my lawyer “what i got to know?”
he like mr. abreu, stop all the stressin’
i’m tryna tell you that you comin’ home
i don’t believe it, i’m really thinkin’
i’m really thinkin’ that i’m on my own
they like “do not come back to this courtroom
’cause i do not want your face to come be shown”
i call up my [?], she callin’ me dirty
she keep tryna say the sh_t that she see wrong
the judge on my d_ck, he tryna bring up sh_t
’cause she really keep tryna bring up all my songs, like
but finally i’m gone
she just let me out, i’m tryna get a gun
my finger start itchin’, feel it in my [?]
got home, just in time for my kid in my arms
like bro what the f_ck? this sh_t lookin’ strange
i ain’t see my block for a couple of days
sh_t lookin’ real sunny, f_ck with my brain
how the f_ck i get out? i was just in a cage
like i’m on my block, i’m tellin’ my ma
“i don’t got a phone, can you call sdot?
like, can you call jay? like, can you call rah?”
i think i see jay, i think i see naz
i’m out of my mind, i think that that’s dot
he get a lil close, that n_gga on live
they givin’ me hugs, just happy they with me
mike amiri my bottoms, i’m still feelin’ drippy
and we hop in the spin, and we ride through the city
sh_t lookin’ crazy, sh_t lookin’ iffy
i’m gettin’ deady, bro rollin’ ‘rippy
i’m tellin’ them how the jail lookin’ illy
no i ain’t makk, but everything 50
i need some ninas, gon’ f_ck with my kidney
the day that y’all lie to me, everything sitchy
tryna find me a gun, who the f_ck sellin’ brittany?
paid a hundred dollars for a cab
’cause they had me way too far in jersey city
thinkin’ bout my bm bad
’cause i need some p_ssy and i know she miss me
i like the way that she grab me
and i like the way that she touch me and kiss me
but she got my kid in her stomach, like
this ain’t no game, n_gga this ain’t no disney
give a f_ck, i just came home
so come take it off, baby girl let’s get busy
fell in love with the way that she moan
while she throwin’ it back, i start grabbin’ her titties
i’m just happy that i’m in her presence
’cause i really got it, so everything litty
now she get out the room, and she screamin’ and sh_t
i’m like “baby girl you really trippin'”

- jay5ive

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