- JID Skrawberries 歌詞
- JID
- My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry
Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury
Cary all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer
Burry all of my sins, staring out of the Benz
Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind
Gone with the pretty long hair is with the fairest skin
Yelling in her face, and she repeat like a parrot
Apparently she keep yelling at me, I'ma never win
Where yo ass was at
When I was sleeping on the couch and in the whip?
Probably with another nigga, on another nigga dick
I 'm on another tip, my skin so tint, strength on strength
One on ten against me
I won't break, I don't bend
Watch your statements, guard your chin
Guard your heart, guard your light
Find your zen, mind your lightness
You doing without cause you looking within
But if you ever in doubt give this a spin
Yeah for life, baby, I' m dressed for the war
Babygirl I'm your soldier
But tripping like this, wondering who gon' hold you
Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
Check, Look, cool
I mean shawty had relations we could never speak about
You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out
And then she had a man who used to beat her
So she told me she wanted out
Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house
Now her heart cold, Antartica, Syberia
Had it planned, curriculum, criteria
Change, she feel pain
Strain, built up anger
From dealing with a dickhead, putting her life in danger
I understand, it's times you go through your women things
And sometimes can't gauge clearly on what you be thinking
I swear I got your back and got a tab on what you drinking
You ain't gotta move a finger or pinky when we linking
Whatever keeps your boat afloat
Or ship sinking from loose lips of side women
Stepping out of position
Breaking out of a system, prison
Parallelogram, shaping the prism
Stop signs never stopped I
Let's be relestic
I been trying to get in touch of my senses
And be better to my sisters
But niggas be thinking you feminine when you sensitive
My home girl rap, and she feminist
Hold it down for the women, I call her 'F-Eminem'
Tell 'em how you really feel headass
Cause ass shots and dead ass
And fake tits been around, we gas it
Girl you perfect without that make up or plastic surgery
I'ma tell you how it really is like Ron Burgundy
Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war
Babygirl I'm your soldier
But tripping like this, wondering who gon' hold you
Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
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