JJK Family Jesus Heel My Sole the Rhythm and Soul Tape
Side 2 2nd Foot
Back in the city Bast Bast Bast Bast inked up on her titty
She gon' f*ck me ya for real
I'ma leave and she gon' hit me back talkin' bout she miss me
This hoe trippin' too much f*ckin' lean in my system bitch I'm limpin'
Big P yeah you know Bast be pimpin'
Real f*ckin' pimp
Saturation in my eyes goin' dim probably cause I threw back four of them tens
Molly got me rollin' and its dialing up my senses
Xans got me so slow I'm nodding while I'm sitting
Back in the city Bast Bast Bast Bast Inked up on her titty
She gon' f*ck with me for real
F*ck kicking the cup
I sip lean bitch I'm sippin' the stuff
I got beams on all of my guns
I got bitches I got bitches man they on my nuts
Bast you got cash you know Bast got bucks
Pull up real fast all black f*ckin' truck
With a mask on and a blick in my lap
What the f*ck is that
That's yo hoe nigga and that's me smackin' that
We got poles nigga
Yea we do got strap
Yeah I'm smackin' that
Get your bitch inside my crib and she smokin' crack
And then she in my crib then I'm blowin' backs
Me on my niggas like some ninjas we in all black
Nigga check my stats
I be puttin' fent inside niggas' honey packs
And your crew couldn't even count a f*ckin' stack
Motivation it's somethin' you and yo niggas lack
Yo bitch tryna get me out my shirt
Yo bitch tryna pop me off some perks
Yo bitch check me out she ain't no nerd
Me and Bast man we whippin' out the Eurs'
And that lil' nigga got the strap ready to burst
We some bad niggas like a high grade curse
And we some demons we gon' blow up your church
We gon' blow up your church
We gon' blow up your church
It's been said too much
I'm on too much stuff
I'm on too much drugs
I don't need your love
I don't want your hugs
I been lean sippin'
Bast been bean sniffing
Bitch I'm cheese trippin'
Spend a lot of bucks on some clothing
Bitch I need drippin'
She just want hi in my phone
Because her nigga trippin'
I cannot fold
I can't fold
I don't need bitches
I just need riches
I just need money
You can't give that to me
I just need your time
You can't give me nothing
I just want a vibe
Something to ease my mind
Something to make it fine
Because I'm trippin'
Trippin'
Trippin'
I'm trippin'
Real bad Percocet addiction
I don't even know why I blame you
Like you did this to me
Did it to myself
Soon enough it's gonna be time to let it go
And when it's time
I advise you let it go
Don't dig yourself into a deeper hole
That's enough
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JJK Family Jesus Heel My Sole the Rhythm and Soul Tape
Side 2 2nd Foot
Back in the city Bast Bast Bast Bast inked up on her titty
She gon' f*ck me ya for real
I'ma leave and she gon' hit me back talkin' bout she miss me
This hoe trippin' too much f*ckin' lean in my system bitch I'm limpin'
Big P yeah you know Bast be pimpin'
Real f*ckin' pimp
Saturation in my eyes goin' dim probably cause I threw back four of them tens
Molly got me rollin' and its dialing up my senses
Xans got me so slow I'm nodding while I'm sitting
Back in the city Bast Bast Bast Bast Inked up on her titty
She gon' f*ck with me for real
F*ck kicking the cup
I sip lean bitch I'm sippin' the stuff
I got beams on all of my guns
I got bitches I got bitches man they on my nuts
Bast you got cash you know Bast got bucks
Pull up real fast all black f*ckin' truck
With a mask on and a blick in my lap
What the f*ck is that
That's yo hoe nigga and that's me smackin' that
We got poles nigga
Yea we do got strap
Yeah I'm smackin' that
Get your bitch inside my crib and she smokin' crack
And then she in my crib then I'm blowin' backs
Me on my niggas like some ninjas we in all black
Nigga check my stats
I be puttin' fent inside niggas' honey packs
And your crew couldn't even count a f*ckin' stack
Motivation it's somethin' you and yo niggas lack
Yo bitch tryna get me out my shirt
Yo bitch tryna pop me off some perks
Yo bitch check me out she ain't no nerd
Me and Bast man we whippin' out the Eurs'
And that lil' nigga got the strap ready to burst
We some bad niggas like a high grade curse
And we some demons we gon' blow up your church
We gon' blow up your church
We gon' blow up your church
It's been said too much
I'm on too much stuff
I'm on too much drugs
I don't need your love
I don't want your hugs
I been lean sippin'
Bast been bean sniffing
Bitch I'm cheese trippin'
Spend a lot of bucks on some clothing
Bitch I need drippin'
She just want hi in my phone
Because her nigga trippin'
I cannot fold
I can't fold
I don't need bitches
I just need riches
I just need money
You can't give that to me
I just need your time
You can't give me nothing
I just want a vibe
Something to ease my mind
Something to make it fine
Because I'm trippin'
Trippin'
Trippin'
I'm trippin'
Real bad Percocet addiction
I don't even know why I blame you
Like you did this to me
Did it to myself
Soon enough it's gonna be time to let it go
And when it's time
I advise you let it go
Don't dig yourself into a deeper hole
That's enough
Side 2 2nd Foot
Back in the city Bast Bast Bast Bast inked up on her titty
She gon' f*ck me ya for real
I'ma leave and she gon' hit me back talkin' bout she miss me
This hoe trippin' too much f*ckin' lean in my system bitch I'm limpin'
Big P yeah you know Bast be pimpin'
Real f*ckin' pimp
Saturation in my eyes goin' dim probably cause I threw back four of them tens
Molly got me rollin' and its dialing up my senses
Xans got me so slow I'm nodding while I'm sitting
Back in the city Bast Bast Bast Bast Inked up on her titty
She gon' f*ck with me for real
F*ck kicking the cup
I sip lean bitch I'm sippin' the stuff
I got beams on all of my guns
I got bitches I got bitches man they on my nuts
Bast you got cash you know Bast got bucks
Pull up real fast all black f*ckin' truck
With a mask on and a blick in my lap
What the f*ck is that
That's yo hoe nigga and that's me smackin' that
We got poles nigga
Yea we do got strap
Yeah I'm smackin' that
Get your bitch inside my crib and she smokin' crack
And then she in my crib then I'm blowin' backs
Me on my niggas like some ninjas we in all black
Nigga check my stats
I be puttin' fent inside niggas' honey packs
And your crew couldn't even count a f*ckin' stack
Motivation it's somethin' you and yo niggas lack
Yo bitch tryna get me out my shirt
Yo bitch tryna pop me off some perks
Yo bitch check me out she ain't no nerd
Me and Bast man we whippin' out the Eurs'
And that lil' nigga got the strap ready to burst
We some bad niggas like a high grade curse
And we some demons we gon' blow up your church
We gon' blow up your church
We gon' blow up your church
It's been said too much
I'm on too much stuff
I'm on too much drugs
I don't need your love
I don't want your hugs
I been lean sippin'
Bast been bean sniffing
Bitch I'm cheese trippin'
Spend a lot of bucks on some clothing
Bitch I need drippin'
She just want hi in my phone
Because her nigga trippin'
I cannot fold
I can't fold
I don't need bitches
I just need riches
I just need money
You can't give that to me
I just need your time
You can't give me nothing
I just want a vibe
Something to ease my mind
Something to make it fine
Because I'm trippin'
Trippin'
Trippin'
I'm trippin'
Real bad Percocet addiction
I don't even know why I blame you
Like you did this to me
Did it to myself
Soon enough it's gonna be time to let it go
And when it's time
I advise you let it go
Don't dig yourself into a deeper hole
That's enough
Writer: JJK FAM
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