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Intro
01:36
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Jealousy Ft Danny Brown
02:46
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The cheddar breed jealousy
The cheddar breed jealousy
Especially if that man fucked up
[Verse 1]
Y'all don’t know where I come from, nigga
You don’t know what I’ve been through, ho
Said I wasted my time, huh?
Look bitch, I done told you so
I done got on my own shit
I ain’t need your help, though
Bitch, I know I did it
You ain’t gotta tell me so
I done come a long way, I’m grindin’, grindin’
Really, I ain’t really have shit
Now your bitch see me shinin’, prime-timin’
And she all up on my dick
‘Cause she know I’m ballin’, ballin’
J. J. Redick comin’ off that pick
Sex text pics, open up her mouth
And my dick is about to go swish
Bitch, it’s… Danny Motherfuckin’ Brown
And you know I’m in beast mode
So bitch go run them c-notes
She come through naked in a pea coat
‘Cause she know she about to deep throat
Rubbin’ on her clit, playin’ with her pee hole
Lookin’ like she playin’ Guitar Hero
You niggas ain’t in my league, ho
My flows so damn illegal
No nigga, you ain’t my amigo
No senor, you no chico
I do not speak no Spanish
So I don’t know what that mean, yo
I met this Filipino, and she was jalapeño
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Get up off of your ass, nigga
Worried about my fuck, boy
I don’t love that bitch
Ho just my fuck toy
Got the game in an uproar
Y’all are lames and so boring
Now your bitch got her tits out
Tryna get my laundry - oh boy!
I’m on some other shit
‘Cause y’all done got me fucked up
Y’all don’t know who y’all fuckin’ with
I’m a Linwood nigga ‘til I’m dead in the grave
Detroit techno, shootin’ up raves
Nigga’d I will take it back in the day
Don’t make me go back to that nigga in the braids
Raised around Ks, but a nigga escaped
So bitch-nigga, don’t make me take that bait
Niggas in the hood got love for me
No Limits, Skull Duggery
So I’m just tryna smoke my weed
Tell me where the hoes at
All up in my cell phone
Nigga you already know that
So I’mma call some hoes up
Tell ‘em bring some drink through
We gon’ have a party
Call the pill man up fool
So let's all get fucked up
‘Cause we ain’t worried ‘bout it
Smokin’ on that Master P
Bitch we ‘bout it, ‘bout it
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I get piff from The Purist
My sniff is the purest
One thing thats the surest
You will get bumped like a tourist
London
Grey skies
I touch road from morning
Dark clouds are forming
And the dope fiends are swarming
Police come without warning
Residents informing cos their neighbours keep scoring
And the blocks all smell appalling
Mad roaches crawling
I ain't balling
Im 8 Ballin
I'm yet to go all in
But see that might change if these prices keep falling
And these clients keep calling
Top gear no stalling
These dumb niggers I'm schooling
Ruling
No snap-backs just black bags and backpacks
Envelopes with white powder
But nah its not anthrax
Running out
Hit Badger up and see if he has that
Not long link up
Exchange stock NASDAQ
My syntax to abstract
But most man wouldn't catch that
My contact got A.Cs
Their dropping in Halifax
If the bitch try to back track
Swear down she'l get slapped
Right outside that bank fam
Give a fuck clap that
Wraps in my vans
Cracks in my hands
I ain't got no future
No long term plans
Pyrex and teflon
Dutch pots and pans
Its all grams and grands
Snots coming out my glands
Wraps in my vans
Cracks in my hands
I ain't got no future
No long term plans
Hour glass near empty
Running out of sand
I'm talking to the devil
Cos he understands
Half ounce in my satchel
All stories factual
All stories actual
Accounts is so casual
Bet yet so tactful
How I glamourise there tales of powder and capsules
Drugs I got a sackful
Mouth full
Cracks like I'm chewing on fruit pastels
So brash not bashful
Got cash cause I'm holding
More weight than both axels
Just seems so rational
More horse than the grand national
From Chiswick to Chester
Getting that Red Lester
Since way back when
You though caine was a wrestler
I was on that trap shit
I don't let my food fester
On the ball like Iniesta
Lunch at the Dorchester
Feds move so messed up
When I'm in court all dressed up
5 years for coke but 2 for a child molester
Fuck it though
I don't rest no siesta
Got a meeting up west
To impress an investor
Wraps in my vans
Cracks in my hands
I ain't got no future
No long term plans
Pyrex and teflon
Dutch pots and pans
Its all grams and grands
Snots coming out my glands
Wraps in my vans
Cracks in my hands
I ain't got no future
No long term plans
Hour glass near empty
Running out of sand
I'm talking to the devil
Cos he understands
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Rochefoucauld
02:58
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Magic Pockets
02:33
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8. |
Bernard Goetz
04:24
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9. |
Jealousy (Instrumental)
02:46
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