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Jmoefrmdabam - You Can Have Her Lyrics



Jmoefrmdabam - You Can Have Her Lyrics
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Ok
Ok
Ok Ok
If all yo bwords bad then that's cool mines Gorgeous
I be flexing with my bitch I be stunting with my hoe
If you can pull Her, you can have Her, I ain't worried about it though
If you can bag my bitch then u can have my bitch
Instagram fanatic
True religion junkie
Loud in her purse got a jacket smellin' funky
Red bone, hella bad, red bottoms like a rash
She chasin' a bag, I f*ck with her cause of that
She the meanest, she so damn conceited
She say that she love me, I never believe it
I damn near love her, but I can never trust her, no, no, no,
I can never trust her See
I know my bitch bad and I know you niggas mad
And I know you niggas tryna pull her every chance you get
And I know you niggas might trick off about her foreign bags
Yeah, I know you niggas thirsty, waitin' up for me to jag
So I be flexin' with my bitch, I be stuntin' with my hoe
If You can pull her, you can have her, I ain't worried bout it though
We court-side at them arenas
She front row at all my shows
She ain't worried bout no bitches, she don't ask bout other hoes
But still
I know the game
A bitch gon' do what bitches do, so she gon' do her thing
And if she try to play me, I can never be her lame
A game
No way, no way, no way, no way and this is what I say
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch, real shit, real shit, real shit
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch, real shit, real shit, real shit
Cause I be flexin' with my bitch, I be stuntin' with my hoe
See, I be flexin' with my bitch, I be stuntin' with my hoe
If you can pull her, you can have her, I ain't worried bout it though
If you can bag my bitch And you can have my bitch
You see, she braggin' bout my leftovers Bitch, I'm already done with that
I moved on and you moved in But like a bill collector, you keep comin' back
He hit my line and I hit ignore I'm on my grind with no skateboard
If I want the man, I'll take the man If we got a problem, I'll pay for him
F*ck wrong with this silly bitch? I play niggas like instruments
Breakin' hearts while I'm breakin' bread Why the f*ck would I need your two cents
All I need is green first I run this shit like a converse
I take your seat, no concert You get left with nothin' like a stolen purse
Damn, how do you like that shit? Pull up on bitches and they nigga whip
Savage shit, how do I do it? Magic trick, don't worry bout it
'Come drop a rack on me", baby, that's for starters
I got niggas lined up, you might as well say I'm the barber
I'm the coldest at finessing Give you my man, say it's your blessing
Grab a new one off the top Yeah, I bag him like zip-locks its
Tink, add a G, I add your man onto my team
I had your man, he had to go
You know the rules, we BAMnn hoe
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch
Real shit, real shit
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch
Real shit, real shit, real shit
Cause i be flexin' with my bitch, I be stunting with my hoe
I be flexin' with my bitch, be stuntin' with my hoe
If you can't pull Her you can have Her I ain't worried about it though
If you can bag my bitch, Then you can have my bitch
If you can bag my bitch, Then you can have my bitch
Real shit
I be flexin' on these bitches
I be stuntin' on these hoes
Lockout hoe Lockout hoe,
Then it's the lockout hoe
Uh-huh
It's JMo frm da BAM
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Ok
Ok
Ok Ok
If all yo bwords bad then that's cool mines Gorgeous
I be flexing with my bitch I be stunting with my hoe
If you can pull Her, you can have Her, I ain't worried about it though
If you can bag my bitch then u can have my bitch
Instagram fanatic
True religion junkie
Loud in her purse got a jacket smellin' funky
Red bone, hella bad, red bottoms like a rash
She chasin' a bag, I f*ck with her cause of that
She the meanest, she so damn conceited
She say that she love me, I never believe it
I damn near love her, but I can never trust her, no, no, no,
I can never trust her See
I know my bitch bad and I know you niggas mad
And I know you niggas tryna pull her every chance you get
And I know you niggas might trick off about her foreign bags
Yeah, I know you niggas thirsty, waitin' up for me to jag
So I be flexin' with my bitch, I be stuntin' with my hoe
If You can pull her, you can have her, I ain't worried bout it though
We court-side at them arenas
She front row at all my shows
She ain't worried bout no bitches, she don't ask bout other hoes
But still
I know the game
A bitch gon' do what bitches do, so she gon' do her thing
And if she try to play me, I can never be her lame
A game
No way, no way, no way, no way and this is what I say
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch, real shit, real shit, real shit
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch, real shit, real shit, real shit
Cause I be flexin' with my bitch, I be stuntin' with my hoe
See, I be flexin' with my bitch, I be stuntin' with my hoe
If you can pull her, you can have her, I ain't worried bout it though
If you can bag my bitch And you can have my bitch
You see, she braggin' bout my leftovers Bitch, I'm already done with that
I moved on and you moved in But like a bill collector, you keep comin' back
He hit my line and I hit ignore I'm on my grind with no skateboard
If I want the man, I'll take the man If we got a problem, I'll pay for him
F*ck wrong with this silly bitch? I play niggas like instruments
Breakin' hearts while I'm breakin' bread Why the f*ck would I need your two cents
All I need is green first I run this shit like a converse
I take your seat, no concert You get left with nothin' like a stolen purse
Damn, how do you like that shit? Pull up on bitches and they nigga whip
Savage shit, how do I do it? Magic trick, don't worry bout it
'Come drop a rack on me", baby, that's for starters
I got niggas lined up, you might as well say I'm the barber
I'm the coldest at finessing Give you my man, say it's your blessing
Grab a new one off the top Yeah, I bag him like zip-locks its
Tink, add a G, I add your man onto my team
I had your man, he had to go
You know the rules, we BAMnn hoe
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch
Real shit, real shit
If you can bag my bitch then you can have my bitch
Real shit, real shit, real shit
Cause i be flexin' with my bitch, I be stunting with my hoe
I be flexin' with my bitch, be stuntin' with my hoe
If you can't pull Her you can have Her I ain't worried about it though
If you can bag my bitch, Then you can have my bitch
If you can bag my bitch, Then you can have my bitch
Real shit
I be flexin' on these bitches
I be stuntin' on these hoes
Lockout hoe Lockout hoe,
Then it's the lockout hoe
Uh-huh
It's JMo frm da BAM
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Writer: Jonathan Morris
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Performed By: Jmoefrmdabam
Language: English
Length: 4:22
Written by: Jonathan Morris
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