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Jodye Jo & Skylo - And 1 Lyrics



Jodye Jo & Skylo - And 1 Lyrics




My momma told me talk correct and don't use bad words
That anybody disrespect you just some sad gerbs
And don't be talkin' out ya neck when passin' mad herbs
These bitches only want a check and I see mad birds
I gave my opps a gift on Christmas nigga mad urns
There Ain't no order to the victims they wait mad turns
And so I'm creepin' snub is peeking through the wax ferns
Widows peak him got em leakin' like some bad perms
My uncle Eric had the juice he used to Rakim
Rock up in the sock if any nigga get to boppin'
Pop it lock and drop another clip if he be talkin'
Laser tuck next to the Walkman, to be me is exhausting

Its Undertaker out the coffin if you double cross him
Spilling liquor while I taunt him like I'm Stevie Austin
I ride the waves with the dolphins and finger spin the Spalding
Two microwaves in my apartment and I use 'em often

I know you see me, I know you watching
They know I'm hot now, the boy is really saucing
Bounce one off ya headband, cross 'em now he falling
And 1, I handle the rock, nigga I'm balling

My bid the highest at the auction baby this ain't Slauson
My girl the whitest without flossing baby this ain't Boston
My fit the flyest in department baby shit is costing
My flow the nicest, uncommon, I'm born the illest orphan

We riding wit the snow like a toboggan double parking
Go and paint ya noggin without caution now he Dennis Rodman
This heater I been hogging, spark it then I toss 'em
It's an alley-oop to Jimmy spark a Philly when we lost 'em

Shorty steady calling but these Perky's got me nodding
I been drowsy as motherf*cka, sleeping through the mornings
I been stressing for the paper, but my problem never solving
Learn a lesson now or later and a nigga start evolving

Got to lose it then you make it, but how can I replace it
You gotta do it gotta fake it, stretch it 'til you break it
Brodie showed me how to bake it to a rock before you shake it
Then you copy and you paste it then go sell it on the pavement
At the tellys, let 'em taste it, bathroom entertainment
See it working then don't change it, double up the payment
Then re-up no hesitation, now we make our own arrangement
I need money, f*ck containment boy I ride with who I came with

I know you see me, I know you watching
They know I'm hot now, the boy is really saucing
Bounce one off ya headband, cross 'em now he falling
And 1, I handle the rock, nigga I'm balling

If I call you my brother, that mean you fam nigga
Until they bury me under, you understand nigga
I want the guns and the butter, and that's the plan nigga
We shooting first if shit gon' really hit the fan nigga
And everybody faking love don't give a damn nigga
Nah I ain't tryna shake your hand you just a fan nigga
They see me shining and they jealous of the tan nigga
I'm trying to make it before the death of my grams nigga

I know you see me, I know you watching
They know I'm hot now, the boy is really saucing
Bounce one off ya headband, cross 'em now he falling
And 1, I handle the rock, nigga I'm balling
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My momma told me talk correct and don't use bad words
That anybody disrespect you just some sad gerbs
And don't be talkin' out ya neck when passin' mad herbs
These bitches only want a check and I see mad birds
I gave my opps a gift on Christmas nigga mad urns
There Ain't no order to the victims they wait mad turns
And so I'm creepin' snub is peeking through the wax ferns
Widows peak him got em leakin' like some bad perms
My uncle Eric had the juice he used to Rakim
Rock up in the sock if any nigga get to boppin'
Pop it lock and drop another clip if he be talkin'
Laser tuck next to the Walkman, to be me is exhausting

Its Undertaker out the coffin if you double cross him
Spilling liquor while I taunt him like I'm Stevie Austin
I ride the waves with the dolphins and finger spin the Spalding
Two microwaves in my apartment and I use 'em often

I know you see me, I know you watching
They know I'm hot now, the boy is really saucing
Bounce one off ya headband, cross 'em now he falling
And 1, I handle the rock, nigga I'm balling

My bid the highest at the auction baby this ain't Slauson
My girl the whitest without flossing baby this ain't Boston
My fit the flyest in department baby shit is costing
My flow the nicest, uncommon, I'm born the illest orphan

We riding wit the snow like a toboggan double parking
Go and paint ya noggin without caution now he Dennis Rodman
This heater I been hogging, spark it then I toss 'em
It's an alley-oop to Jimmy spark a Philly when we lost 'em

Shorty steady calling but these Perky's got me nodding
I been drowsy as motherf*cka, sleeping through the mornings
I been stressing for the paper, but my problem never solving
Learn a lesson now or later and a nigga start evolving

Got to lose it then you make it, but how can I replace it
You gotta do it gotta fake it, stretch it 'til you break it
Brodie showed me how to bake it to a rock before you shake it
Then you copy and you paste it then go sell it on the pavement
At the tellys, let 'em taste it, bathroom entertainment
See it working then don't change it, double up the payment
Then re-up no hesitation, now we make our own arrangement
I need money, f*ck containment boy I ride with who I came with

I know you see me, I know you watching
They know I'm hot now, the boy is really saucing
Bounce one off ya headband, cross 'em now he falling
And 1, I handle the rock, nigga I'm balling

If I call you my brother, that mean you fam nigga
Until they bury me under, you understand nigga
I want the guns and the butter, and that's the plan nigga
We shooting first if shit gon' really hit the fan nigga
And everybody faking love don't give a damn nigga
Nah I ain't tryna shake your hand you just a fan nigga
They see me shining and they jealous of the tan nigga
I'm trying to make it before the death of my grams nigga

I know you see me, I know you watching
They know I'm hot now, the boy is really saucing
Bounce one off ya headband, cross 'em now he falling
And 1, I handle the rock, nigga I'm balling
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Writer: Jalen Randolph
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Performed By: Jodye Jo & Skylo
Language: English
Length: 3:46
Written by: Jalen Randolph
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