Beautiful music I say so myself
Elegant... Peaceful... Soulful
Don't forget a
Juuuug!
Im working my charm
They run out of luck
The steaks overcooked
I think this is tough
After lunch lets hit the
The pow wow
You think you ate hater
Chow down
Shorty bend she don't
Bow down
It's Expensive taste
When she chow down
Stuffing her stomach
And all in her guts
These haters must think that I'm Losing my touch
I'm giving this work and I'm feeling Like lux
My moneys my thoughts
And I'm thinking too much
I'm calling the plays and yelling the Huts
I know where they at my ops in a Rut
You call this a fight?
I'm leaving untouched
No black and blues
I be in her belly
Pockets fat
But the body healthy
Here's common sense
So you niggas smell me
So call support never helped me
Y'all canned goods labels never
Shelfed me
Go sign on the dotted line
Go Get a business
Stop minding mine
Get on ya feet
If you in a Funk
Like James brown
You Better get on up
I'm a sex machine
That be getting green
Y'all haters must think that
I'm losing my what!?
Ya haters must think I'm losing
Ya haters must that I'm losing my Touch
These haters must think that we losing
All of this hype and it's really for What!?
Fans wondering if he spinning
Or what!?
Why yall really tried to gas fam?
His catalogs in the trash can
Keep it a G
It's ya last band
If you wanna make it
Then you gotta break it
Shit aint hard why you
Contemplating
All that slow motion
Why we in the matrix
They offered 500 bands or dinner With Jay
Which one you taking?
I ain't got nothing against Jay but
I take the paper
We got great relations
If you wanna start rap beef with me
Imma ask you what you draking?
I meant to say drinking
Cause when you drunk
It's hard to make out
What you saying
Im working my charm
They run out of luck
The steaks overcooked
I think this is tough
After lunch lets hit the
The pow wow
You think you ate hater
Chow down
Shorty bend she don't
Bow down
It's Expensive taste
When she chow down
Stuffing her stomach
And all in here guts
These haters must think that I'm Losing My Touch
Y'all haters must think that I'm losing
Y'all haters must think that I'm losing My Touch
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Jeezdasavya - This Is Tough Lyrics
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English
Beautiful music I say so myself
Elegant... Peaceful... Soulful
Don't forget a
Juuuug!
Im working my charm
They run out of luck
The steaks overcooked
I think this is tough
After lunch lets hit the
The pow wow
You think you ate hater
Chow down
Shorty bend she don't
Bow down
It's Expensive taste
When she chow down
Stuffing her stomach
And all in her guts
These haters must think that I'm Losing my touch
I'm giving this work and I'm feeling Like lux
My moneys my thoughts
And I'm thinking too much
I'm calling the plays and yelling the Huts
I know where they at my ops in a Rut
You call this a fight?
I'm leaving untouched
No black and blues
I be in her belly
Pockets fat
But the body healthy
Here's common sense
So you niggas smell me
So call support never helped me
Y'all canned goods labels never
Shelfed me
Go sign on the dotted line
Go Get a business
Stop minding mine
Get on ya feet
If you in a Funk
Like James brown
You Better get on up
I'm a sex machine
That be getting green
Y'all haters must think that
I'm losing my what!?
Ya haters must think I'm losing
Ya haters must that I'm losing my Touch
These haters must think that we losing
All of this hype and it's really for What!?
Fans wondering if he spinning
Or what!?
Why yall really tried to gas fam?
His catalogs in the trash can
Keep it a G
It's ya last band
If you wanna make it
Then you gotta break it
Shit aint hard why you
Contemplating
All that slow motion
Why we in the matrix
They offered 500 bands or dinner With Jay
Which one you taking?
I ain't got nothing against Jay but
I take the paper
We got great relations
If you wanna start rap beef with me
Imma ask you what you draking?
I meant to say drinking
Cause when you drunk
It's hard to make out
What you saying
Im working my charm
They run out of luck
The steaks overcooked
I think this is tough
After lunch lets hit the
The pow wow
You think you ate hater
Chow down
Shorty bend she don't
Bow down
It's Expensive taste
When she chow down
Stuffing her stomach
And all in here guts
These haters must think that I'm Losing My Touch
Y'all haters must think that I'm losing
Y'all haters must think that I'm losing My Touch
Elegant... Peaceful... Soulful
Don't forget a
Juuuug!
Im working my charm
They run out of luck
The steaks overcooked
I think this is tough
After lunch lets hit the
The pow wow
You think you ate hater
Chow down
Shorty bend she don't
Bow down
It's Expensive taste
When she chow down
Stuffing her stomach
And all in her guts
These haters must think that I'm Losing my touch
I'm giving this work and I'm feeling Like lux
My moneys my thoughts
And I'm thinking too much
I'm calling the plays and yelling the Huts
I know where they at my ops in a Rut
You call this a fight?
I'm leaving untouched
No black and blues
I be in her belly
Pockets fat
But the body healthy
Here's common sense
So you niggas smell me
So call support never helped me
Y'all canned goods labels never
Shelfed me
Go sign on the dotted line
Go Get a business
Stop minding mine
Get on ya feet
If you in a Funk
Like James brown
You Better get on up
I'm a sex machine
That be getting green
Y'all haters must think that
I'm losing my what!?
Ya haters must think I'm losing
Ya haters must that I'm losing my Touch
These haters must think that we losing
All of this hype and it's really for What!?
Fans wondering if he spinning
Or what!?
Why yall really tried to gas fam?
His catalogs in the trash can
Keep it a G
It's ya last band
If you wanna make it
Then you gotta break it
Shit aint hard why you
Contemplating
All that slow motion
Why we in the matrix
They offered 500 bands or dinner With Jay
Which one you taking?
I ain't got nothing against Jay but
I take the paper
We got great relations
If you wanna start rap beef with me
Imma ask you what you draking?
I meant to say drinking
Cause when you drunk
It's hard to make out
What you saying
Im working my charm
They run out of luck
The steaks overcooked
I think this is tough
After lunch lets hit the
The pow wow
You think you ate hater
Chow down
Shorty bend she don't
Bow down
It's Expensive taste
When she chow down
Stuffing her stomach
And all in here guts
These haters must think that I'm Losing My Touch
Y'all haters must think that I'm losing
Y'all haters must think that I'm losing My Touch
Writer: Jamar Weeks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid