WockStar JB - Red Eye Currie Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get him out, get him out, get him out
Get him out, get him out, get him out, get him out
Get him out, nigga, let's show him who is the boss and who is the man for real
Like, I know you a boy, but where's the man
You're weak, I know how you feel
Like bitch, I'ma rap like a motor man
Messing with me, it's a Taliban
Keep waving my hand and maybe surrender, it's like I really don't give a damn
Got therapy, giving you the bad thoughts
I don't care, I ain't worried about the matter
I know that you're soft, incompetent, weak, so I'm about to bring out the back up
Like, catch what I said, I hate how you walk and I hate when you speak
Like, when I catch fights, it's gonna be on direct
Like, get him direct, I ain't gotta repeat
Like, it can be funny when I catch him on feet
Like, tell the boy, check it, bro, think that I'm sweet
Like, I don't really care
She gon' pull on your hair, exposing your ass
Like, I don't really care
Like, I be gonna need two hearts
Die big, little bitch, she fart
Like, I know she a slut and I know that she is
Harambe got hit by a dart
Damn
Damn
AJ's a bitch, white as girl, act a slut
Like a wall on two fronts
Got f*ck in the butt
She poppin' her tits, he ain't poppin' no nut
Damn, damn
Tobias, Kiyopi, get put in a pack
The lead of his music, that music is wack
Like, f*ck the girl Kami, she short and she black
You think I'm done
That's crazy
She a bitch
She a bitch
Uh
They all bitches
They all bitches
They all
They all bitches
They all
I can say it like