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Upper Echelon Video (MV)




Performed By: JVXON
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Jaxon Dees




JVXON - Upper Echelon Lyrics
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He so f*ckin' cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
Gyp em on a brick
Cause lyrically I'm f*ckin' sick
Rough as shit, toughest bitch
Ain't nobody touching this
Today's discussion is
I'm f*ckin up again
Upper echelon
F*ck her with my necklace on
Cum when she reflects upon
That feelin 'til it stops
I've been on and off
I'm opposites made into one
Turned into a puppet, f*ck it
I don't have control
I've been trapped inside a mental cage
I feel it in my soul
Let me take a minute
I been mixin liquids
It's exquisite how I'm spinnin'
But still bout my business
You amount to nothin next to me when I'm the realest
And I'm the realest, so
He so f*ckin cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
If I ain't said it then they made it up
But they afraid of us so I don't really give a f*ck
I pick the pager up, chasin' lust
Mikayla and angel dust
Satan on the phone and he said what's up bitch
Southside, downsize
Hire me a sound guy
It's like I do a roundhouse
Only aiming down sight
Downstairs, where I get it done
We gon have a fun night
I just wanna hear what it sound like
Look, you put them to sleep like it's benadryl
You better sell nothin' else to no one
What's your f*ckin' deal?
I'm f*ckin' ill
Scrape my dabs off a window sill
When the weather chill
I'm the weatherman
I prefer the sun again
He so f*ckin cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
He so f*ckin cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
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He so f*ckin' cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
Gyp em on a brick
Cause lyrically I'm f*ckin' sick
Rough as shit, toughest bitch
Ain't nobody touching this
Today's discussion is
I'm f*ckin up again
Upper echelon
F*ck her with my necklace on
Cum when she reflects upon
That feelin 'til it stops
I've been on and off
I'm opposites made into one
Turned into a puppet, f*ck it
I don't have control
I've been trapped inside a mental cage
I feel it in my soul
Let me take a minute
I been mixin liquids
It's exquisite how I'm spinnin'
But still bout my business
You amount to nothin next to me when I'm the realest
And I'm the realest, so
He so f*ckin cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
If I ain't said it then they made it up
But they afraid of us so I don't really give a f*ck
I pick the pager up, chasin' lust
Mikayla and angel dust
Satan on the phone and he said what's up bitch
Southside, downsize
Hire me a sound guy
It's like I do a roundhouse
Only aiming down sight
Downstairs, where I get it done
We gon have a fun night
I just wanna hear what it sound like
Look, you put them to sleep like it's benadryl
You better sell nothin' else to no one
What's your f*ckin' deal?
I'm f*ckin' ill
Scrape my dabs off a window sill
When the weather chill
I'm the weatherman
I prefer the sun again
He so f*ckin cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
He so f*ckin cold to the core what it do
Runnin' out of gas, I got holes in my shoes
Gyp em on a brick, at the bar throwin' stools
Kickin it with death, cause I'm tighter than a noose
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Writer: Jaxon Dees
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