40 on my waistline, right there where the belt be
Slidin' on these niggas dawg, you know like a jet ski
Put it in my hand, baby, I don't need you to sex me
This bitch ain't tryna pay the fee, she can't text me
You know I'ma do it anyway if they don't let me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
I'm not a skateboarder, but I'm an SB rocker
I'm Dolce and Gabbana ,I don did Balenciaga
I operate your motherf*ckin' blocks like a doctor
I swing the f*ckin' chopper proper, you might call a coppers
Codeine up in the baby bottle, sip it till it's gone
I don't give them baby brother beef, no more that nigga grown
I still smoke biscotti, I don left the perks alone
I can bust a P down, till the last chromosome
This nigga here a cop, he talkin' crazy all on the phone
He screamin' loud, I grab my gun like nigga, watch your tone
Rick Owens, baby, I got pretty Ricky on
Pull up in trackhawk, you see me, then I'm gone
This bitch love me, I don't love her back, Am I right or wrong?
Told this bitch don't write me her feelings, write a song
If I'm tryna send a nigga home, then he ain't goin' home
I know this bitch a freak, she like to eat it off the bone
Still goin' hard for the Mailman, Karl Malone
Keep sticks like COD, baby, this a war zone
I'm in the street like the line in the middle of the road
Niggas act like they want smoke, but this ain't really what they want
It ain't shit to get it crackin', Know, I live bout some funk
I'm in the streets with my house shoes on, you dumb
I'm in the trap, sellin' dope, I'm like, aye, bro, what you want?
These niggas tryna catch me slipping, but you know they want
40 on my waistline, right there where the belt be
Slidin' on these niggas dawg, you know like a jet ski
Put it in my hand, baby, I don't need you to sex me
This bitch ain't tryna pay the fee, she can't text me
You know I'ma do it anyway if they don't let me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
NeedNoName - JET SKI Lyrics
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40 on my waistline, right there where the belt be
Slidin' on these niggas dawg, you know like a jet ski
Put it in my hand, baby, I don't need you to sex me
This bitch ain't tryna pay the fee, she can't text me
You know I'ma do it anyway if they don't let me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
I'm not a skateboarder, but I'm an SB rocker
I'm Dolce and Gabbana ,I don did Balenciaga
I operate your motherf*ckin' blocks like a doctor
I swing the f*ckin' chopper proper, you might call a coppers
Codeine up in the baby bottle, sip it till it's gone
I don't give them baby brother beef, no more that nigga grown
I still smoke biscotti, I don left the perks alone
I can bust a P down, till the last chromosome
This nigga here a cop, he talkin' crazy all on the phone
He screamin' loud, I grab my gun like nigga, watch your tone
Rick Owens, baby, I got pretty Ricky on
Pull up in trackhawk, you see me, then I'm gone
This bitch love me, I don't love her back, Am I right or wrong?
Told this bitch don't write me her feelings, write a song
If I'm tryna send a nigga home, then he ain't goin' home
I know this bitch a freak, she like to eat it off the bone
Still goin' hard for the Mailman, Karl Malone
Keep sticks like COD, baby, this a war zone
I'm in the street like the line in the middle of the road
Niggas act like they want smoke, but this ain't really what they want
It ain't shit to get it crackin', Know, I live bout some funk
I'm in the streets with my house shoes on, you dumb
I'm in the trap, sellin' dope, I'm like, aye, bro, what you want?
These niggas tryna catch me slipping, but you know they want
40 on my waistline, right there where the belt be
Slidin' on these niggas dawg, you know like a jet ski
Put it in my hand, baby, I don't need you to sex me
This bitch ain't tryna pay the fee, she can't text me
You know I'ma do it anyway if they don't let me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Slidin' on these niggas dawg, you know like a jet ski
Put it in my hand, baby, I don't need you to sex me
This bitch ain't tryna pay the fee, she can't text me
You know I'ma do it anyway if they don't let me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
I'm not a skateboarder, but I'm an SB rocker
I'm Dolce and Gabbana ,I don did Balenciaga
I operate your motherf*ckin' blocks like a doctor
I swing the f*ckin' chopper proper, you might call a coppers
Codeine up in the baby bottle, sip it till it's gone
I don't give them baby brother beef, no more that nigga grown
I still smoke biscotti, I don left the perks alone
I can bust a P down, till the last chromosome
This nigga here a cop, he talkin' crazy all on the phone
He screamin' loud, I grab my gun like nigga, watch your tone
Rick Owens, baby, I got pretty Ricky on
Pull up in trackhawk, you see me, then I'm gone
This bitch love me, I don't love her back, Am I right or wrong?
Told this bitch don't write me her feelings, write a song
If I'm tryna send a nigga home, then he ain't goin' home
I know this bitch a freak, she like to eat it off the bone
Still goin' hard for the Mailman, Karl Malone
Keep sticks like COD, baby, this a war zone
I'm in the street like the line in the middle of the road
Niggas act like they want smoke, but this ain't really what they want
It ain't shit to get it crackin', Know, I live bout some funk
I'm in the streets with my house shoes on, you dumb
I'm in the trap, sellin' dope, I'm like, aye, bro, what you want?
These niggas tryna catch me slipping, but you know they want
40 on my waistline, right there where the belt be
Slidin' on these niggas dawg, you know like a jet ski
Put it in my hand, baby, I don't need you to sex me
This bitch ain't tryna pay the fee, she can't text me
You know I'ma do it anyway if they don't let me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Ain't goin' out like no hoe, these niggas gon' have to kill me
Writer: kelondric stewart
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