Davoo Fasty - Make Em Jealous Lyrics

Yuh, aye
A nigga sick in the studio right now but it's all good
Yuh
Aye
Yuh, yuh, aye
Yuh
I blew a bag on a bag I got bitches who feelin my Burberry sweater
I got some VVS on watches I'm holdin it up and it changing the weather
She wanna f*ck in the car in the foreign you look at the seat and it's leather
I do not f*ck wit no rats but I'm all bout my cheese yea I'm all bout my cheddar
Yea I got bitches on bitches
And they pull up if I tell them
I cannot f*ck wit no snitches
You know these niggas be telling
I just been flipping the switches
I just been counting my blessings
They know that I'm on a mission, from rags to the riches, I make them all jealous
She like how I smell got that dolce and Gabbana be dripping all over my body
I am not just anybody
Pull up with dracos and tommy's
I got glock on the seat
She wanna meet
Eat on my meat
I f*ck that bitch ima cheat
Stay with the heat
Gucci my feet
I just pulled up in a drop top
Cool with yo thot thot
She give me top top
Diamonds they jumpin like hop scotch
Talkin get popped popped
F*ck wit the gang you get dropped dropped
Come get yo bitch cause she like me
All of these niggas wanna fight me
Double c up on the white tee
Ima go f*ck on yo wifey
Ima go f*ck on yo bitch cause the diamonds they shining she say they wet her
She wanna suck on the dick with her sister I let her
Off of the drank I be drinking I'm falling I'm falling I fall like a feather
Look at my neck it's too shiny my chains they be lookin like I found the treasure
She gon pull up with her friends and they all want to hop in the bed when they see me
All of these niggas wanna be me
I told the gang "nigga free me"
I got that Gucci my beanie
I leave her pussy so creamy
Off of that gas nigga steamy
Gave her three wishes like genie
Louis the shoes got these bitches in pairs
I gave her dick leave her vision impaired
All of these bitch niggas sayin they scared
Davoo the one he cannot be compared
Davoo the one he cannot be compared
Up on yo block and I leave that shit aired
Play with the gang and yo life won't get spared
Play wit the gang and yo life won't get spared
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Look at my chain it's so bright
Diamonds they shining like superstars
I told bitch I'm a superstar
Ima speed off in a super car
I eat this shit up like dinner
All of my chains they got thicker
I could go f*ck on yo sister
If ima shoot Ima hit them all
I got 10 racks and I went to the mall
This not the league but a nigga gon ball
Diamonds they shining don't look for too long
I pour a douce in the cup Ima fall
All of these racks I don't know how to spend it
Bitch on my bed on her knees she gon bend it
If you start beef with me bitch ima end it
I need my privacy windows be tinted
I got more drugs than a mother f*ckin clinic
Bitch you on my time so give me a minute
Ima be first to the money I sprint it
Loving no bitch to the cash I'm committed
I blew a bag on a bag I got bitches who feelin my Burberry sweater
I got some VVS on watches I'm holdin it up and it changing the weather
She wanna f*ck in the car in the foreign you look on the seat and it's leather
I do not f*ck wit no rats but I'm all bout my cheese yea I'm all bout my cheddar
Yea I got bitches on bitches
And they pull up if I tell them
I cannot f*ck wit no snitches
You know these niggas be telling
I just been flipping the switches
I just been counting my blessings
They know that I'm on a mission, from rags to the riches
I make them all jealous