lirik lagu enphamus - jet2holiday
[chorus]
she said she want me to home her, told that b~tch, “i ain’t your daddy”
these hoes be thinkin’ they marge, treat ’em like maggie and feed ’em my paci’
john cena, i pop out jordans with the ricky shoes, still ready for madness
got somethin’ for a bad b~tch with a attitude, slam her through the mattress
everybody can’t get in them cars, everybody can’t handle the b~tton
’cause you give the right n~gga some queso, he might go and tell on his son
i don’t really even think you’ve been seasick, i don’t really even think you the sponge
ten milli’, i’m givin’ out headshots, everybody can’t handle the don
every day it’s a jet2holiday, ’cause somebody p~ssy gettin’ beat down
nyc b~tch wanna be my ball like kat, i brought in a rebound
i’m not wild bill, you n~ggas be livin’ with rats but this ain’t the green mile
i’m not matt ryan, i got the a on my back, i ain’t lettin’ my team down
[verse]
y’all better go give me a grammy, eventually i’ma go gospel
gon’ tell my great~grandkids i was shootin’ n~ggas ‘fore i came an imposter
we twenty~four hours, get you a bag or two, it’ll come with a waffle
my sh~t so water, look at the vv’s, might gotta buy you some goggles
sippin’ on codeine, long live zach, my twin, my shooter, he kobe, tuh
please don’t follow my car, i k!ll me a n~gga like marion moseby, bruh
f~ck to the flow then dip, she want me to lay up like manu ginóbili, f~ck
micro shoot out your motherf~ckin’ window, you better go download adobe, cuh
i knew the summer was over, the fall came in, i pulled up maybach
you ain’t really havin’ no drink, i’m knowin’ my n~gga just sold you some fake act’
told you before, if you owin’ me sh~t, i’m collectin’ your sh~t like state tax
b~tch, you really believe that i’m finna stay with a ho without nowhere to stay at?
[chorus]
she said she want me to home her, told that b~tch, “i ain’t your daddy”
these hoes be thinkin’ they marge, treat ’em like maggie and feed ’em a paci’
john cena, i pop out jordans with the ricky shoes, still ready for madness
got somethin’ for a bad b~tch with a attitude, slam her through the mattress
everybody can’t get in them cars, everybody can’t handle the b~tton
’cause you give the right n~gga some queso, he might go and tell on his son
i don’t really even think you’ve been seasick, i don’t really even think you the sponge
ten milli’, i’m givin’ out headshots, everybody can’t handle the don
every day it’s a jet2holiday, ’cause somebody p~ssy gettin’ beat down
nyc b~tch wanna be my ball like kat, i brought in a rebound
i’m not wild bill, you n~ggas be livin’ with rats but this ain’t the green mile
i’m not matt ryan, i got the a on my back, i ain’t lettin’ my team down
[outro]
you n~ggas know everything i touch turn to f~ckin’ gold, n~gga
and a n~gga can’t be my twin, ’cause this sh~t done happened again
i’m tellin’ you
b~tch, i pulled up camel, mansa musa in the flesh, go
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