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Jewel Amir - Bezzles Lyrics



Jewel Amir - Bezzles Lyrics
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(This is a production by Cezodapro)
I got the juice
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Hol up, watch this...
I got the juice, an they sucking it up (Slurpin' it up)
Money dont fold, i be doubling up
She on my line, tryna sale me her luv
I'm with the gang, and i dont give a f*ck (Na i dont)
Bezels on wrist, an they shiny as f*ck
Summatime fine, i be heating it up (Hunnid degrees)
Hunnid on me, pockets be stuffed
Drip on voss, be expensive as f*ck (Watch drip)
Two on the dash, an living it up
Diamonds that dance, to the beat in my trunk
My bitch is baddie, i'm lucky as f*ck (Lucky)
I'm to the cash, i be running it up
Talk about bags, i be lugging up (Duffing up)
Riding real fast, i be passing them up
And i knew i would make it, my timing would come
God in the making, i'm humble as f*ck (Prayed up)
Yeah an i don give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't )
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Uh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Uh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Uh)
I want my diamonds to dance, tryna take fights to japan
She wanna do me no hands (Hol up)
I fell in love with these bands (I fell in love)
I can not fake or pretend, cut niggas off in the end
I never fold never bend (Never), stood tall all ten
Pray to God for the win (1 Up)
This is only the beginning, stashing money in the ceiling
I be riding in a sprinta (Sprinta) fast cars, bad women
Windows tinted (Blackout) on the beamer
All white, call it creamer
Style cold, cool demeanor
Ice froze, like a freeze
Two on the dash, pray i dont crash
All in my bag (Yea whoa)
I be on another level, i don't dance with the devil
Hell na i wont settle, you can call me something special
Everything is confidential (You cannot see)
Get it always on my mental, gold up all up in my dental
Riding round presidential, bullet proof be the windows (Blackout)
I'm tryna get to the top, no one can stop me just watch (Watch dis)
This ice on my neck got her hot, she want me all in her spot
I cannot f*ck you cannot (Sorry not sorry)
I cannot f*ck with no thot, we got the game on a lock (Cheat codes)
I'm bout to blow like a spot, we do not f*ck with the opps (Opp shit)
Yeah an i don give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Ugh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Ugh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Ugh)
Yes i said it
Yeah an i don't give a f*ck
Yeah an i don't give a
Hol up, watch this
Yeah an i don't give a what
Yeah an i don't give a f*ck
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(This is a production by Cezodapro)
I got the juice
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Hol up, watch this...
I got the juice, an they sucking it up (Slurpin' it up)
Money dont fold, i be doubling up
She on my line, tryna sale me her luv
I'm with the gang, and i dont give a f*ck (Na i dont)
Bezels on wrist, an they shiny as f*ck
Summatime fine, i be heating it up (Hunnid degrees)
Hunnid on me, pockets be stuffed
Drip on voss, be expensive as f*ck (Watch drip)
Two on the dash, an living it up
Diamonds that dance, to the beat in my trunk
My bitch is baddie, i'm lucky as f*ck (Lucky)
I'm to the cash, i be running it up
Talk about bags, i be lugging up (Duffing up)
Riding real fast, i be passing them up
And i knew i would make it, my timing would come
God in the making, i'm humble as f*ck (Prayed up)
Yeah an i don give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't )
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Uh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Uh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Uh)
I want my diamonds to dance, tryna take fights to japan
She wanna do me no hands (Hol up)
I fell in love with these bands (I fell in love)
I can not fake or pretend, cut niggas off in the end
I never fold never bend (Never), stood tall all ten
Pray to God for the win (1 Up)
This is only the beginning, stashing money in the ceiling
I be riding in a sprinta (Sprinta) fast cars, bad women
Windows tinted (Blackout) on the beamer
All white, call it creamer
Style cold, cool demeanor
Ice froze, like a freeze
Two on the dash, pray i dont crash
All in my bag (Yea whoa)
I be on another level, i don't dance with the devil
Hell na i wont settle, you can call me something special
Everything is confidential (You cannot see)
Get it always on my mental, gold up all up in my dental
Riding round presidential, bullet proof be the windows (Blackout)
I'm tryna get to the top, no one can stop me just watch (Watch dis)
This ice on my neck got her hot, she want me all in her spot
I cannot f*ck you cannot (Sorry not sorry)
I cannot f*ck with no thot, we got the game on a lock (Cheat codes)
I'm bout to blow like a spot, we do not f*ck with the opps (Opp shit)
Yeah an i don give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Na i don't na i don't)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Ugh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Ugh)
Yeah an i dont give a f*ck (Ugh)
Yes i said it
Yeah an i don't give a f*ck
Yeah an i don't give a
Hol up, watch this
Yeah an i don't give a what
Yeah an i don't give a f*ck
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Writer: Chardenee Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Jewel Amir
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Chardenee Clay

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