Jesse Janari - Selfies With Mona Lisa Lyrics

I taught these n****s how to live better (Is that Janari?)
You better ask somebody motherf*cker (What up n***a)
(Yeah) They want me to spazz and shit so
Here it go, here it go
I'm eating 71Above on you n***a, Do this s**t just because on you n***a
I do not give no love to you n*****s was starving but now I grub on you n****s
I mean that's just how this shit go, Yeah I'm never off track that's just how this s**t roll, yeah
Abu Dhabi when it's winter time, then fly to Dubai when it's dinner time
We can't see you from the finish line, See everybody know I finish mine
See I get the dime and then save the nickel, And I heard you n****s all in a pickle
See I don't be drifting and drafting the give of me gabbing
I shit on these instrumentals n***a that's how it go
Yeah please don't tell me that I'm lying
That n***a talk like a Leo, but that ain't no heart of a lion
Bro shut the the f*ck up you lyin', n****s be having me dyin'
I keep the stash with the findings, n****s like where did you find this?
This is some s**t you can't find this
Yo J, yo yo can you sign this
No, motherf*cker I ain't done yet, slow n***a had the running start
I ain't even make it jump yet, but how the f**k I get to jump jets n***a they do not know
This shit is funded beyond our control, yeah
See I do it 365, show these n****s I'm alive
Show these n****s you a lie, 40gzz we keep it live
I'm addicted to the life, really that's how this shit go down
Trade the culture I'm just hacking it up, county building I done had me enough
Polish diamond keep this shit in the ruff
2018 we gone see who gone last, promise you n****s ain't doing enough
This shit a go, bitch I'm the goat, motherf*cker better check in the coat
Fried chicken this s**t overcooking, you should see the views a n***a overlooking
Gotta supervise when she be over cooking, gotta check the bank the venues overbooking
Imma beast, I just eat it like a feast
Bitch I'm fresher than the Pope, call me father like the priest
They don't know this a disease
I ain't never running out of songs n***a you can put this shit on lease
Just don't put it on a leash, selfies with the Mona Lis
I'm in my lane it's not to compete
Never running out of speeches n***a, You just sit there in the bleachers n***a
You just keep warm for he leeches n***a, y'all some blood suckin' creatures n***a
I mean thats how it go, no?
Okay, 365 I'm on the roll
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