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Jwett Video (MV)




Performed By: Skilla Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Joshua White, Trevon Gardner




Skilla Baby - Jwett Lyrics
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(Mia JAY C)
CM3
Skilla, you make crack music, let's get back to it
Ha, hmm

I ain't met a nigga like me yet (ayy)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet (ha)
Every day, I put that shit on like I got the jwett (I got the jwett on)
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threa
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
You got your gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
Niggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

If you put that pussy on me, yeah, I got your rent, baby
You can't tell I'm rich as hell, where your common sense, baby?
Told my plug, "Shaq attack," I'm tryna shoot a brick
Brought her through the hood, all the bad bitches want a trench baby (ayy)
I got my gun in the club like I'm Ja Morant
In the trap, talkin' to that dog like I'm Kyla Pratt (what's up, baby?)
Every nigga in here steppin' on it like this house a frat (ha)
I don't smoke weed, but I smoke niggas, now who tryna match? Hm, ayy

I ain't met a nigga like me yet (ha)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet (ha)
Every day, I put that shit on like I got the jwett (like I got the jwett)
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat (ayy)
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
Got a gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
Niggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

He ain't got shit in his pocket, but some f*ckin' lint, baby
I just made a hundred thousand, put up every cent, baby
You ever heard real jewelry? Sound like this, baby
I probably wasn't in the club if I ain't have my blick, baby
If I see the wrong nigga, I'ma probably face him (ha)
I probably wasn't in the club if they didn't pay me (Uh-uh)
F*ck me like a pornstar, my lil' bitch thick as cakey (ha)
I'm knee deep in the streets, only God can save me, hey (ha)

I ain't met a nigga like me yet (uh-uh)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet
Every day, I put that shit on like I got the jwett
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat (ayy)
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
Got a gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
Niggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

(Ha, ha, hah, ha)
My whole team come in swingin' sticks, we is not the Mets, ayy
(Ha, hah)
All my niggas put that shit on like we got the jwett, ayy
(Ha, hm, for real)
I throw them bullets from a far, nigga, I'm not Brett, ayy
(Ha, ha, hah)
Pistol tucked, they can't see it, actin' like I'm not a threat, ayy
(Haha, uh, ha)
I'm in that Demon engine screamin' 'til it's out of breathe, ayy
(Ha, ha)
Mind my business, handle business 'cause I'm 'bout my check, ayy
(Ha, ha, hah)
Played my cards right, I got the lowest numbers on deck, ayy
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(Mia JAY C)
CM3
Skilla, you make crack music, let's get back to it
Ha, hmm

I ain't met a nigga like me yet (ayy)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet (ha)
Every day, I put that shit on like I got the jwett (I got the jwett on)
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threa
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
You got your gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
Niggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

If you put that pussy on me, yeah, I got your rent, baby
You can't tell I'm rich as hell, where your common sense, baby?
Told my plug, "Shaq attack," I'm tryna shoot a brick
Brought her through the hood, all the bad bitches want a trench baby (ayy)
I got my gun in the club like I'm Ja Morant
In the trap, talkin' to that dog like I'm Kyla Pratt (what's up, baby?)
Every nigga in here steppin' on it like this house a frat (ha)
I don't smoke weed, but I smoke niggas, now who tryna match? Hm, ayy

I ain't met a nigga like me yet (ha)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet (ha)
Every day, I put that shit on like I got the jwett (like I got the jwett)
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat (ayy)
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
Got a gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
Niggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

He ain't got shit in his pocket, but some f*ckin' lint, baby
I just made a hundred thousand, put up every cent, baby
You ever heard real jewelry? Sound like this, baby
I probably wasn't in the club if I ain't have my blick, baby
If I see the wrong nigga, I'ma probably face him (ha)
I probably wasn't in the club if they didn't pay me (Uh-uh)
F*ck me like a pornstar, my lil' bitch thick as cakey (ha)
I'm knee deep in the streets, only God can save me, hey (ha)

I ain't met a nigga like me yet (uh-uh)
Next season attire, I get flyer than a private jet
Every day, I put that shit on like I got the jwett
Pistol in the club with me, actin' like I'm not a threat (ayy)
Don't touch this dog with your hand, this is not a pet, ayy
Seventy thousand on my wrist, could've got a 'Vette, ayy
Got a gun, it look cool, you is not a threat, ayy
Niggas wouldn't shoot a move, you is not a threat, ayy

(Ha, ha, hah, ha)
My whole team come in swingin' sticks, we is not the Mets, ayy
(Ha, hah)
All my niggas put that shit on like we got the jwett, ayy
(Ha, hm, for real)
I throw them bullets from a far, nigga, I'm not Brett, ayy
(Ha, ha, hah)
Pistol tucked, they can't see it, actin' like I'm not a threat, ayy
(Haha, uh, ha)
I'm in that Demon engine screamin' 'til it's out of breathe, ayy
(Ha, ha)
Mind my business, handle business 'cause I'm 'bout my check, ayy
(Ha, ha, hah)
Played my cards right, I got the lowest numbers on deck, ayy
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Writer: Joshua White, Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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