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LeBron VS Jordan Video (MV)




Performed By: Jemyle Jones
Length: 3:12
Written by: Ricardo Jorge




Jemyle Jones - LeBron VS Jordan Lyrics
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That bag be on my mind every morning
Gotta chase the chicken it be calling me
These bitches on my line gotta ignore them
But the pussy be so good and she keep calling me
You ain't up in my league bitch I'm ballin'
Like I could give a f*ck about no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Back up on my shit fresh off my old ways
Everything new except the old J's
I know they hating
I know they waiting (waiting on what?)
For me to go MIA that LeBron James shit (ooOo)
Nigga I ain't no doctor I ain't got no patience
But I got prescriptions and this medication
Scale to weigh the wale with shawty we gone make it
My bitch gone ball with me like Sanaa Lathan
We'll be tip tip-toe'ing in our Jordan's (every day)
Thinking back on days we used to wish we could afford them (now we play)
Started getting rich off the shit I made out of boredom
Then we hit the strip when we lit and say give me all them
Nigga give me all them
That bag be on my mind every morning
Gotta chase the chicken it be calling me
These bitches on my line gotta ignore them
But the pussy be so good and she keep calling me
You ain't up in my league bitch I'm ballin'
Like I could give a f*ck about no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Man... Stop all the bullshit I'll clear out this whole gym
Shoot out the lights, (GGGggrrrrRRrrAaaaa!)
For years I've been going in They can tell when the record spin
I'm breaking Mic's
Cash in and it's all net, when a nigga get a new check
We say new Nikes
Look at these shoes alright
Brought up by the OG's, you bought all your IG
Follows, and likes
I got my city burning Jersey's
I win OT I deserve to get a trophy word to Irving
Can't decode it I'm a wordsmith who verbally got'em worried
They don't like to see me hungry I'd f*ck up a plate of Curry
Where's the love, share the love
Step back 3 and I beat the buzz
Tyrone Lou nigga's might've stepped over you
But a ring's what the answer was
Y'all discuss who's the best and my name came up
Highly debatable, still got a spot at the table though
Honor the label they giving me
It only means that I'm able to get it all
Blame LeBron
That bag be on my mind every morning
Gotta chase the chicken it be calling me
These bitches on my line gotta ignore them
But the pussy be so good and she keep calling me
You ain't up in my league bitch I'm ballin'
Like I could give a f*ck about no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
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That bag be on my mind every morning
Gotta chase the chicken it be calling me
These bitches on my line gotta ignore them
But the pussy be so good and she keep calling me
You ain't up in my league bitch I'm ballin'
Like I could give a f*ck about no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Back up on my shit fresh off my old ways
Everything new except the old J's
I know they hating
I know they waiting (waiting on what?)
For me to go MIA that LeBron James shit (ooOo)
Nigga I ain't no doctor I ain't got no patience
But I got prescriptions and this medication
Scale to weigh the wale with shawty we gone make it
My bitch gone ball with me like Sanaa Lathan
We'll be tip tip-toe'ing in our Jordan's (every day)
Thinking back on days we used to wish we could afford them (now we play)
Started getting rich off the shit I made out of boredom
Then we hit the strip when we lit and say give me all them
Nigga give me all them
That bag be on my mind every morning
Gotta chase the chicken it be calling me
These bitches on my line gotta ignore them
But the pussy be so good and she keep calling me
You ain't up in my league bitch I'm ballin'
Like I could give a f*ck about no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Man... Stop all the bullshit I'll clear out this whole gym
Shoot out the lights, (GGGggrrrrRRrrAaaaa!)
For years I've been going in They can tell when the record spin
I'm breaking Mic's
Cash in and it's all net, when a nigga get a new check
We say new Nikes
Look at these shoes alright
Brought up by the OG's, you bought all your IG
Follows, and likes
I got my city burning Jersey's
I win OT I deserve to get a trophy word to Irving
Can't decode it I'm a wordsmith who verbally got'em worried
They don't like to see me hungry I'd f*ck up a plate of Curry
Where's the love, share the love
Step back 3 and I beat the buzz
Tyrone Lou nigga's might've stepped over you
But a ring's what the answer was
Y'all discuss who's the best and my name came up
Highly debatable, still got a spot at the table though
Honor the label they giving me
It only means that I'm able to get it all
Blame LeBron
That bag be on my mind every morning
Gotta chase the chicken it be calling me
These bitches on my line gotta ignore them
But the pussy be so good and she keep calling me
You ain't up in my league bitch I'm ballin'
Like I could give a f*ck about no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
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Writer: Ricardo Jorge
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