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jm - çmën lyrics
çmën lyrics
(intro)
ha ha, ha ha, how much can i give you??
(lock what are you doing)
j_j_j_j_jizzy jcüm
stick it in me jcüm (uhh)
(verse 1)
hunnids and fifties my b_tch love her bunnies their jaws hit the floor when we whip in wraith (what? what? what?)
that bih tryna l!ck me i tickle her kitty then beat her back out while she screaming my name
they ask me bout money shoot up like a junkie then arch my head back like she giving me brain (gluck, gluck, gluck)
popping these perkies, we beefin like jerky, rock ysl fit when i slide in their face
i’m tryna wеt my d_ck up tryna beat her doonies down (what? what? what?)
i’m tryna pull up in that glе paint they faces red like clowns (yuh paint flex wet)
i’m tryna pop a million percs till my body leave the ground
(yeah yeah, i’m off the perc, i be off the perc)
i been living in my head, yeah, so you can’t touch me now
(in my head, in my head)
(prechorus)
i been spending money on these druggies tryna fix my sh_t
(drugs, drugs, drugs)
we pull up at 6 am that bih moan when my fingy in it
(run it back, running that, what? fingy in it!)
got so many d_mn lil white pills that sh_t look
like it liquid
i’m beating her back and slapping her ass and
watching that booty jiggling
(_clap_ _clap_ oh my god, jcüm?)
(chorus)
that hoe she watch me pull up w the twin baguettes ( hol on, jumeau, jumeau, we what?)
my tonka building d_ck put s_m_n in her ass (oh, okay)
she fl!ck me up throw my balenci to the lens (talk, talk, to me)
i’m tryna mix an x w perc throw in a blend (what? what? pour me up, pour me up bih!)
(verse 2)
gimme six racks 20 minutes i double up how you gon question if i’m gonna pay? (what? what? come on, come on)
my sh_t it lookin like fendi that prada that b_tch on her knees like i’m god and she pray (lean, molly, yuh)
clothes on em like hampers, pull on em like pampers, we wiping that sh_t without no d_mn bidet (okay, come on, wh_what?)
i gotta be honest it’s hard being flawless check twizzy and me yeah we do it all day (no wocky, wocky, wocky, wocky)
(yeahh) you musta thought i was over, uh
you musta thought i was done (done, done, done?)
b_tch i be waving my stick while she sucking my d_ck fill her up w my young sons (sucking my, sucking my, young sons!)
they watching in the background
don’t make no peep, don’t make no sound (cum on my, cum on my)
you know we only pull up in tonkas, no jeeps bussing around (tonk! tonk! tonk! what?)
(verse 3)
count one red fish, you blue fish, (blue, blue)
i shine diamonds, while you toothless (huh?)
i teach dragons how to be ruthless
we abuse bodies, we don’t burn nooses (yeah, pound, pound, pound)
i pop these pills like a fiend who gon steal my sh_t (yuh, perc, perc, perc, perc)
how can i leave my racks out while these broke boys in here?
she cry ing on her phone bout how my d_ck so big (yeah, nah that wet big)
what you talking bout lil b_tch i stuck my glocky
innit (huh? what? glocky glock !)
ask my twizz if he plan to bring the mop in the building (yeah, mop?, huh?)
b_tch please don’t try to act hurt dumb hoe not in her feelings
(nope, nope, she not in her feelings)
(outro/post_chorus)
that hoe she watch me pull up w the twin baguettes (jameau, jameau)
that tonka buildin d_ck put s_m_n in her ass (what? what?)
i ask her bout who is he? you guess what she said? (brr, brr, brr, ooh)
motherf_cker he is god, point a mirror at my head
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