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R.R.O.T.Y Video (MV)




Performed By: JBM Jay
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Jay Scott




JBM Jay - R.R.O.T.Y Lyrics




Y'all flexing witcha big homie money (Broke boy)
F*ck a thick bitch fat ass with a bonnet
Pullup to the club flexing throwing out straight hunnits (Damn)
Check my streams on iTunes my shit all the way in London
Running I-65 I got that foreign whip pulling
Drilling on a bad bitch got that dick all in her stomach
It was 4th in long a n**** still ain't punt it
I played running back so I told coach run it (Leggo)
He ain't come to the door so we had to run in (Bitch)
F*ck a back end bitch I need my front end, bad bitch ass fat like Pam
(Damn) take a picture put it on the gram
Taking plenty pictures in my lamb
Taking many pictures in my lamb damn choppa frying a Shit like spam
I'm f*ckin with them n****s from the ham
Scrilla that's my muhf*ckn fam

I got n****s owe my like I'm Uncle Sam
Cut the volume up this a motherf*ckn jam
N****s always begging but I don't give a damn (Bum)

N****s always begging tell a f*ck n***a scram
Dick make her hook to a n***a like a clam
These n****s on them papers like they taking a exam
I'm from the f*ckn Ville that's why I got that shit stamped
Coupe in the curb like it coming round a ramp

Ima cocky bastard know I'm fresher than a mint yeah
Fishbowl Chevy but the coupe got the tint yeah
Fishbowl heavy chandelier on my wrist yeah

N****s never made a hit all they do is diss (Um)
N***a I'll make a flick f*ckn on ya bitch (Um)
I ain't never took shit I was a rich kid
I done did some shit no need to talk bout what I did
F*ck her from the back knock the top off her wig (Knock the top off her wig)

Tired of all these hoes (All these hoes)
I'm tired of selling all these bowls (All these bowls)
I'm fly I got a nice wardrobe (Gotta nice wardrobe)
You a bum if you put here kicking doors (Broke boy)

Hit the A and purchase all my clothes
Hitcha bae she taking off my robe
Clap a n***a five times call it truckload
Clap a n***a five times like I'm cinco
I just spent five bands on a mink coat

F*ck a Latin bitch then I make her deep throat
I be chilling on that madden I'll make a deep throw
Rap rookie of the year you can call me D-Rose
Neck on chandelier wet think I need a boat (Wet)
So many chains on my neck a n***a might choke (Damn)

I told my n***a kill me if I ever go broke
Wet a n***a up like a shimmy if he want smoke
I'm the goat already like I got the cheat code

Call my n***a tell em im finna go beast mode (Hulk mode)
Pain my teacher told her keep it on the d-low
Pull-up blow a n***a shit back like a c4

You n****s in the back like y'all on the last row
Had to switch it up and change it from my last flow
Had to puttem up and hang em on my last rope
I got people from the ville told me I'm the last hope

I got n****s that'll kill ya for about two bowls
Please don't hop on my dick when I'm rocking these shows
Ion like my money new I like it blue I like it old
By the time twelve catch on got it already sold by the bowl
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English

Y'all flexing witcha big homie money (Broke boy)
F*ck a thick bitch fat ass with a bonnet
Pullup to the club flexing throwing out straight hunnits (Damn)
Check my streams on iTunes my shit all the way in London
Running I-65 I got that foreign whip pulling
Drilling on a bad bitch got that dick all in her stomach
It was 4th in long a n**** still ain't punt it
I played running back so I told coach run it (Leggo)
He ain't come to the door so we had to run in (Bitch)
F*ck a back end bitch I need my front end, bad bitch ass fat like Pam
(Damn) take a picture put it on the gram
Taking plenty pictures in my lamb
Taking many pictures in my lamb damn choppa frying a Shit like spam
I'm f*ckin with them n****s from the ham
Scrilla that's my muhf*ckn fam

I got n****s owe my like I'm Uncle Sam
Cut the volume up this a motherf*ckn jam
N****s always begging but I don't give a damn (Bum)

N****s always begging tell a f*ck n***a scram
Dick make her hook to a n***a like a clam
These n****s on them papers like they taking a exam
I'm from the f*ckn Ville that's why I got that shit stamped
Coupe in the curb like it coming round a ramp

Ima cocky bastard know I'm fresher than a mint yeah
Fishbowl Chevy but the coupe got the tint yeah
Fishbowl heavy chandelier on my wrist yeah

N****s never made a hit all they do is diss (Um)
N***a I'll make a flick f*ckn on ya bitch (Um)
I ain't never took shit I was a rich kid
I done did some shit no need to talk bout what I did
F*ck her from the back knock the top off her wig (Knock the top off her wig)

Tired of all these hoes (All these hoes)
I'm tired of selling all these bowls (All these bowls)
I'm fly I got a nice wardrobe (Gotta nice wardrobe)
You a bum if you put here kicking doors (Broke boy)

Hit the A and purchase all my clothes
Hitcha bae she taking off my robe
Clap a n***a five times call it truckload
Clap a n***a five times like I'm cinco
I just spent five bands on a mink coat

F*ck a Latin bitch then I make her deep throat
I be chilling on that madden I'll make a deep throw
Rap rookie of the year you can call me D-Rose
Neck on chandelier wet think I need a boat (Wet)
So many chains on my neck a n***a might choke (Damn)

I told my n***a kill me if I ever go broke
Wet a n***a up like a shimmy if he want smoke
I'm the goat already like I got the cheat code

Call my n***a tell em im finna go beast mode (Hulk mode)
Pain my teacher told her keep it on the d-low
Pull-up blow a n***a shit back like a c4

You n****s in the back like y'all on the last row
Had to switch it up and change it from my last flow
Had to puttem up and hang em on my last rope
I got people from the ville told me I'm the last hope

I got n****s that'll kill ya for about two bowls
Please don't hop on my dick when I'm rocking these shows
Ion like my money new I like it blue I like it old
By the time twelve catch on got it already sold by the bowl
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Writer: Jay Scott
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