Yo
Just sayin
Yeah, hold on
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Nigga wanna be just
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Yeah, yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Big body whoopin', it's painted
Look at my wrist, she feinted
Remember them lame hoes who used to diss me
Now I stunt on them now cause I made it
I'm straight as an edge, you faded
Sometimes I lay there, facts and the truth, I stay there
Lame-ass nigga could've hopped on the track
But he too cool for me and I hate it
Yeah, my wrist and that shit is just 24 karat
Put that shit on and I'm headed to Paris
Show off my bitch to the world, she embarrassed
Dress change her bald all the time and they starin
Get too f*cked with you lame niggas wearin
I got the sauce on no bitch I ain't share
Boy, she right skin and my DNA glare
Who took your bitch? Don't know, we ain't care
New RT, big body, I'm starin
V8 engine, 8 speed, I'm gearin
Cut off some niggas cause niggas be weird
Broke nigga go get a app, is you serious
I got a job and lil' bitch, I'm delirious
Yeah, yeah, B came from heaven
Don't know if you hearin' it
Chris on the beat and you know that he tearin' it
Put some ball sweat and a lil' bit of tear in it
Ho, yeah, O-T-L, boy, shit
Nigga
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Boy, I'm cookin
Boy, I'm cookin' with no grease
Startin' to feel like Iron Chef
This music only brings me peace
Think I might just rap to death
Ballin' hard just like Kareem
Think I might dunk on the ref
Runnin' up and down the court
Past the sand, right, middle, left
This right here some street ball
And the rules hangin' from next
Got that Irish luck, feelin' green
Like CeeLo raised my check
This that wild style, even I don't know what's comin' next
I'll just send a text, pop the ten, my stomach hurtin
Pop ten off, feel just like Dex
Got the Hummer in the driveway
Ooh, you hear it purr
Baby, come on my way, it's what I'm tryin' to hear from her
This straight and the stellar
Keep a ray-gun my purse
Got a feature from Nevada
And an adlibs done by Gur
In London, winter coats
On the neck is fur
Boots to match, hangin' with geezers, travelers
And some real fine blokes
Oh my God, that's my verse
Ah
One take! One take
One take! One take
Ah
Scorpio's on top
UNWANTEDCOMPANY - Jus sAy iT! Lyrics
UNWANTEDCOMPANY - Jus sAy iT! Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Yo
Just sayin
Yeah, hold on
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Nigga wanna be just
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Yeah, yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Big body whoopin', it's painted
Look at my wrist, she feinted
Remember them lame hoes who used to diss me
Now I stunt on them now cause I made it
I'm straight as an edge, you faded
Sometimes I lay there, facts and the truth, I stay there
Lame-ass nigga could've hopped on the track
But he too cool for me and I hate it
Yeah, my wrist and that shit is just 24 karat
Put that shit on and I'm headed to Paris
Show off my bitch to the world, she embarrassed
Dress change her bald all the time and they starin
Get too f*cked with you lame niggas wearin
I got the sauce on no bitch I ain't share
Boy, she right skin and my DNA glare
Who took your bitch? Don't know, we ain't care
New RT, big body, I'm starin
V8 engine, 8 speed, I'm gearin
Cut off some niggas cause niggas be weird
Broke nigga go get a app, is you serious
I got a job and lil' bitch, I'm delirious
Yeah, yeah, B came from heaven
Don't know if you hearin' it
Chris on the beat and you know that he tearin' it
Put some ball sweat and a lil' bit of tear in it
Ho, yeah, O-T-L, boy, shit
Nigga
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Boy, I'm cookin
Boy, I'm cookin' with no grease
Startin' to feel like Iron Chef
This music only brings me peace
Think I might just rap to death
Ballin' hard just like Kareem
Think I might dunk on the ref
Runnin' up and down the court
Past the sand, right, middle, left
This right here some street ball
And the rules hangin' from next
Got that Irish luck, feelin' green
Like CeeLo raised my check
This that wild style, even I don't know what's comin' next
I'll just send a text, pop the ten, my stomach hurtin
Pop ten off, feel just like Dex
Got the Hummer in the driveway
Ooh, you hear it purr
Baby, come on my way, it's what I'm tryin' to hear from her
This straight and the stellar
Keep a ray-gun my purse
Got a feature from Nevada
And an adlibs done by Gur
In London, winter coats
On the neck is fur
Boots to match, hangin' with geezers, travelers
And some real fine blokes
Oh my God, that's my verse
Ah
One take! One take
One take! One take
Ah
Scorpio's on top
Just sayin
Yeah, hold on
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Nigga wanna be just
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Yeah, yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Big body whoopin', it's painted
Look at my wrist, she feinted
Remember them lame hoes who used to diss me
Now I stunt on them now cause I made it
I'm straight as an edge, you faded
Sometimes I lay there, facts and the truth, I stay there
Lame-ass nigga could've hopped on the track
But he too cool for me and I hate it
Yeah, my wrist and that shit is just 24 karat
Put that shit on and I'm headed to Paris
Show off my bitch to the world, she embarrassed
Dress change her bald all the time and they starin
Get too f*cked with you lame niggas wearin
I got the sauce on no bitch I ain't share
Boy, she right skin and my DNA glare
Who took your bitch? Don't know, we ain't care
New RT, big body, I'm starin
V8 engine, 8 speed, I'm gearin
Cut off some niggas cause niggas be weird
Broke nigga go get a app, is you serious
I got a job and lil' bitch, I'm delirious
Yeah, yeah, B came from heaven
Don't know if you hearin' it
Chris on the beat and you know that he tearin' it
Put some ball sweat and a lil' bit of tear in it
Ho, yeah, O-T-L, boy, shit
Nigga
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Boy, I'm cookin
Boy, I'm cookin' with no grease
Startin' to feel like Iron Chef
This music only brings me peace
Think I might just rap to death
Ballin' hard just like Kareem
Think I might dunk on the ref
Runnin' up and down the court
Past the sand, right, middle, left
This right here some street ball
And the rules hangin' from next
Got that Irish luck, feelin' green
Like CeeLo raised my check
This that wild style, even I don't know what's comin' next
I'll just send a text, pop the ten, my stomach hurtin
Pop ten off, feel just like Dex
Got the Hummer in the driveway
Ooh, you hear it purr
Baby, come on my way, it's what I'm tryin' to hear from her
This straight and the stellar
Keep a ray-gun my purse
Got a feature from Nevada
And an adlibs done by Gur
In London, winter coats
On the neck is fur
Boots to match, hangin' with geezers, travelers
And some real fine blokes
Oh my God, that's my verse
Ah
One take! One take
One take! One take
Ah
Scorpio's on top
Writer: Christian Bilgslley-Grant, Christian Billingsley-Grant, Samuel Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: UNWANTEDCOMPANY
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Christian Bilgslley-Grant, Christian Billingsley-Grant, Samuel Harvey