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Jaae - No Title Lyrics
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Let me in!
Nah, I ain't got it, like go ask your mama
How is you broke tryna be baby father?
How the f*ck you tryna pull you a bitch?
It's a few on your list, heard you broke, why he bother?
Turnin' you out, if you turnin' this bottle
Tryna find out, do you spit, do you swallow?
I'll f*ck you up in the brain, make you go insane
You sure that you wanna? (huh)
Dip it, pop it, twerk it
You gon' need a seat the way I murk it
Thinkin' it's a f*ckin' Thursday, way you throw it back
How it bounce, it got me smirkin
Got that shit on, say I'm smellin' real yummy yum
Poppin' that pussy, she pop it like bubblegum
You can see ass from the back and ass from the front
Throwin' it back, I'm in space, how she moonin', son
Drop in a split to this verse
Makin' it rumble, ass shakin' the earth
Actin' a fool, then my bitch in her purse
Nah, that ain't it, shit can get worse
Cake, yeah, she got it, think she exotic
Look at the face and look at the body
She don't own Gucci, she f*ck with the Prada
Throw that ass back, that ass is the finest
Addy next door if you down for the party
You get so pissed, I'm the shit like the potty
Why you still claim me, you know we departed
Ain't pipin' down shit, I'm just gettin' started
Addy next door if you down for the party
You get so pissed, I'm the shit like the potty
Why you still claim me, you know we departed
Ain't pipin' down shit, I'm just gettin' started, nigga
Nah, f*ck that, do it like I like
I ain't with the tit-tat, chop on Mike and Ike
Gotta keep the drip on, so I'm type like Tyke
You done made my heart colder than the crunch on ice
Okay, what about me?
What about my needs?
You don't see me beggin', pleadin' when I'm on my knees?
What about my lovin'?
Feel a way, I stuff it
Tryna band-aid up my heart, think you Doc Mcstuffins?
Tryna do it all again, there's no repeatin' for me
Miss how we was goin' rounds, only way we'd compete
Think about how we used to do it, only way I could see
Bet that was yo last time you ever get some from me
Tryna do it all again, there's no repeatin' for me
Miss how we was goin' rounds, only way I compete
Think about how we used to do it, only way I could see
Bet that was yo last time you ever get some from me
Know I'm what a nigga need
No, I never need a nigga
Never need a, bitch, please
I don't even need Camila
Say you wanna f*ck me? Throwin' up my middle fingers
Bitches yellin', Twitter fingers
Watch it turn to trigger fingers
Know I'm what a nigga need
I don't even need a nigga
Never need a, bitch, please
I don't even need Camila
Say you wanna f*ck me? Throwin' up my middle fingers
Bitches yellin', Twitter fingers
Watch it turn to trigger fingers (Raa)
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Let me in!
Nah, I ain't got it, like go ask your mama
How is you broke tryna be baby father?
How the f*ck you tryna pull you a bitch?
It's a few on your list, heard you broke, why he bother?
Turnin' you out, if you turnin' this bottle
Tryna find out, do you spit, do you swallow?
I'll f*ck you up in the brain, make you go insane
You sure that you wanna? (huh)
Dip it, pop it, twerk it
You gon' need a seat the way I murk it
Thinkin' it's a f*ckin' Thursday, way you throw it back
How it bounce, it got me smirkin
Got that shit on, say I'm smellin' real yummy yum
Poppin' that pussy, she pop it like bubblegum
You can see ass from the back and ass from the front
Throwin' it back, I'm in space, how she moonin', son
Drop in a split to this verse
Makin' it rumble, ass shakin' the earth
Actin' a fool, then my bitch in her purse
Nah, that ain't it, shit can get worse
Cake, yeah, she got it, think she exotic
Look at the face and look at the body
She don't own Gucci, she f*ck with the Prada
Throw that ass back, that ass is the finest
Addy next door if you down for the party
You get so pissed, I'm the shit like the potty
Why you still claim me, you know we departed
Ain't pipin' down shit, I'm just gettin' started
Addy next door if you down for the party
You get so pissed, I'm the shit like the potty
Why you still claim me, you know we departed
Ain't pipin' down shit, I'm just gettin' started, nigga
Nah, f*ck that, do it like I like
I ain't with the tit-tat, chop on Mike and Ike
Gotta keep the drip on, so I'm type like Tyke
You done made my heart colder than the crunch on ice
Okay, what about me?
What about my needs?
You don't see me beggin', pleadin' when I'm on my knees?
What about my lovin'?
Feel a way, I stuff it
Tryna band-aid up my heart, think you Doc Mcstuffins?
Tryna do it all again, there's no repeatin' for me
Miss how we was goin' rounds, only way we'd compete
Think about how we used to do it, only way I could see
Bet that was yo last time you ever get some from me
Tryna do it all again, there's no repeatin' for me
Miss how we was goin' rounds, only way I compete
Think about how we used to do it, only way I could see
Bet that was yo last time you ever get some from me
Know I'm what a nigga need
No, I never need a nigga
Never need a, bitch, please
I don't even need Camila
Say you wanna f*ck me? Throwin' up my middle fingers
Bitches yellin', Twitter fingers
Watch it turn to trigger fingers
Know I'm what a nigga need
I don't even need a nigga
Never need a, bitch, please
I don't even need Camila
Say you wanna f*ck me? Throwin' up my middle fingers
Bitches yellin', Twitter fingers
Watch it turn to trigger fingers (Raa)
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Writer: Jaaè Cañez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Jaae
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Jaaè Cañez

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