This shit feel like Thugger, this shit feel like Yeezy
Cuz I hop up on the beat and I f*ckin' eat it
Aye this feel like some heathens, slidin', ski mask season
It don't it feel like a verse comin' straight from Jesus
I bought a chain full of pain and when I wasn't eatin
And now I got all mad like they walk with fevers
If you ever turn your back, I don't need ya
Me and wifey and my daughter got our feet up
Married the game and her made sign a prenup
If I ever leave, I'm takin' everything, uh
I feel like Khalid, bitch, I went and made another one
If you a rapper, call me uncle like my brother's son
She made that pink pussy pop like some bubblegum
I'm sorry, mama, for the times I was troublesome
I bet you didn't know your son was a one-on-one
I got some niggas ballin' in the hood like Ja Morant
I work hard today so I can play tomorrow
Know a nigga had a dream about a Audemar
I asked her what she want for Christmas, she said, buy the mall
She said, them other niggas trippin', they don't like the ball
And I ain't really trippin', I ain't finna fight them all
Made a choppa sing, la-da-da-da-da
Made the whole block spin like ceiling fan
Chocolate chip colored seats like melanin
And the one riding with me is a yellow bone
I can only talk money on the telephone
This shit feels like a masterpiece, yeah
Bitch, you know I feel like Master P, yeah
No limit when I'm countin' all this cheese, yeah
You know me, yeah
Eyes low like I'm Japanese, yeah
Bitch, I'm blessed like God just heard me sneeze, yeah
Ayy, bitch, we vets, we outside all four seasons
Ayy, I been in Japan so long
I should speak Japanese, yeah
I should speak Japanese
Blowin' down all this tree
Like a hurricane with me
My bitch bad, she on fleek
If you wanna verse from me
I need Patek for a fee
I can't do that shit for free
I can't do that shit for cheap
Ayy, my bitch bad, she like her feet done
Diamonds sparkle like Perrier
And you know I hit it rerun
So I hit it twice every day
Get off my dick like pre-cum
And don't you question my team
Red light green light beams
Look like Christmas Eve
We all on your block with it
It look like Halloween
And hollow tips is wit em'
Mask on but we don't ski
She swallowed all my skeet
And bitch, you know it's me
Big Smoke comin' through
Bitch, I'm speakin' Japanese
This shit feels like a masterpiece, yeah
Bitch, you know I feel like Master P, yeah
No limit when I'm countin' all this cheese, yeah
You know me, yeah
Eyes low like I'm Japanese, yeah
Bitch, I'm blessed like God just heard me sneeze, yeah
Ayy, bitch, we vest, we outside all four seasons
Ayy, I been in Japan so long
I should speak Japanese, yeah
$anJay - Tokyo Nights Lyrics
$anJay - Tokyo Nights Lyrics
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English
This shit feel like Thugger, this shit feel like Yeezy
Cuz I hop up on the beat and I f*ckin' eat it
Aye this feel like some heathens, slidin', ski mask season
It don't it feel like a verse comin' straight from Jesus
I bought a chain full of pain and when I wasn't eatin
And now I got all mad like they walk with fevers
If you ever turn your back, I don't need ya
Me and wifey and my daughter got our feet up
Married the game and her made sign a prenup
If I ever leave, I'm takin' everything, uh
I feel like Khalid, bitch, I went and made another one
If you a rapper, call me uncle like my brother's son
She made that pink pussy pop like some bubblegum
I'm sorry, mama, for the times I was troublesome
I bet you didn't know your son was a one-on-one
I got some niggas ballin' in the hood like Ja Morant
I work hard today so I can play tomorrow
Know a nigga had a dream about a Audemar
I asked her what she want for Christmas, she said, buy the mall
She said, them other niggas trippin', they don't like the ball
And I ain't really trippin', I ain't finna fight them all
Made a choppa sing, la-da-da-da-da
Made the whole block spin like ceiling fan
Chocolate chip colored seats like melanin
And the one riding with me is a yellow bone
I can only talk money on the telephone
This shit feels like a masterpiece, yeah
Bitch, you know I feel like Master P, yeah
No limit when I'm countin' all this cheese, yeah
You know me, yeah
Eyes low like I'm Japanese, yeah
Bitch, I'm blessed like God just heard me sneeze, yeah
Ayy, bitch, we vets, we outside all four seasons
Ayy, I been in Japan so long
I should speak Japanese, yeah
I should speak Japanese
Blowin' down all this tree
Like a hurricane with me
My bitch bad, she on fleek
If you wanna verse from me
I need Patek for a fee
I can't do that shit for free
I can't do that shit for cheap
Ayy, my bitch bad, she like her feet done
Diamonds sparkle like Perrier
And you know I hit it rerun
So I hit it twice every day
Get off my dick like pre-cum
And don't you question my team
Red light green light beams
Look like Christmas Eve
We all on your block with it
It look like Halloween
And hollow tips is wit em'
Mask on but we don't ski
She swallowed all my skeet
And bitch, you know it's me
Big Smoke comin' through
Bitch, I'm speakin' Japanese
This shit feels like a masterpiece, yeah
Bitch, you know I feel like Master P, yeah
No limit when I'm countin' all this cheese, yeah
You know me, yeah
Eyes low like I'm Japanese, yeah
Bitch, I'm blessed like God just heard me sneeze, yeah
Ayy, bitch, we vest, we outside all four seasons
Ayy, I been in Japan so long
I should speak Japanese, yeah
Cuz I hop up on the beat and I f*ckin' eat it
Aye this feel like some heathens, slidin', ski mask season
It don't it feel like a verse comin' straight from Jesus
I bought a chain full of pain and when I wasn't eatin
And now I got all mad like they walk with fevers
If you ever turn your back, I don't need ya
Me and wifey and my daughter got our feet up
Married the game and her made sign a prenup
If I ever leave, I'm takin' everything, uh
I feel like Khalid, bitch, I went and made another one
If you a rapper, call me uncle like my brother's son
She made that pink pussy pop like some bubblegum
I'm sorry, mama, for the times I was troublesome
I bet you didn't know your son was a one-on-one
I got some niggas ballin' in the hood like Ja Morant
I work hard today so I can play tomorrow
Know a nigga had a dream about a Audemar
I asked her what she want for Christmas, she said, buy the mall
She said, them other niggas trippin', they don't like the ball
And I ain't really trippin', I ain't finna fight them all
Made a choppa sing, la-da-da-da-da
Made the whole block spin like ceiling fan
Chocolate chip colored seats like melanin
And the one riding with me is a yellow bone
I can only talk money on the telephone
This shit feels like a masterpiece, yeah
Bitch, you know I feel like Master P, yeah
No limit when I'm countin' all this cheese, yeah
You know me, yeah
Eyes low like I'm Japanese, yeah
Bitch, I'm blessed like God just heard me sneeze, yeah
Ayy, bitch, we vets, we outside all four seasons
Ayy, I been in Japan so long
I should speak Japanese, yeah
I should speak Japanese
Blowin' down all this tree
Like a hurricane with me
My bitch bad, she on fleek
If you wanna verse from me
I need Patek for a fee
I can't do that shit for free
I can't do that shit for cheap
Ayy, my bitch bad, she like her feet done
Diamonds sparkle like Perrier
And you know I hit it rerun
So I hit it twice every day
Get off my dick like pre-cum
And don't you question my team
Red light green light beams
Look like Christmas Eve
We all on your block with it
It look like Halloween
And hollow tips is wit em'
Mask on but we don't ski
She swallowed all my skeet
And bitch, you know it's me
Big Smoke comin' through
Bitch, I'm speakin' Japanese
This shit feels like a masterpiece, yeah
Bitch, you know I feel like Master P, yeah
No limit when I'm countin' all this cheese, yeah
You know me, yeah
Eyes low like I'm Japanese, yeah
Bitch, I'm blessed like God just heard me sneeze, yeah
Ayy, bitch, we vest, we outside all four seasons
Ayy, I been in Japan so long
I should speak Japanese, yeah
Writer: Jaylen Santos
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