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Aggravated Video (MV)




Performed By: Ian J in Ya Mouth
Length: 2:12
Written by: Ian Jenkins
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Ian J in Ya Mouth - Aggravated Lyrics




Alot of s*** got me aggravated
I put in work on my music but people are snoozing the s*** got me exasperated
I've even strayed away from masturbation to amass creation
And spazz with amazement now that's even wasting
Time and energy, I think my inner child is pissed at me
I can mix but my songs and audience don't have chemistry
Tryna to get that water and magnesium effect
F*** that light-hearted s*** my flow's an eagle at your neck
F*** waving that white flag
I'm heavy haymakering f*** dealing out light jabs
Where I'm from n****s are really like crabs in a barrel
Too buys bulls***ting and singing bout keeping their eyes on the sparrow
I've been an outcast but always in my element
Dealing with dumb muf***as mad that I speak eloquent
Why is it always n****s that always wanna make something seperate
Saying that I talk white not knowing that my wit will make your bitch pregnant
You got me hella bent I'm bulldozing through your section like an elephant
Stomp you into gelatin
I can see in your eyes that you would act the opposite of celibate just to sell a bit
You're more worse than these hoes that try to sell a pic
F*** your feelings even if they're delicate
I got a temper like five sisters on their period
I go through these cycles where I just wanna bleed s***
Cramping my style only makes you look like a weak bitch
Where's your Summer's Eve you make me wanna pull this from my dungarees
And buck you with this forty leave you stinking, turnip greens
When I get hungry it turns into a murder scene
Dick punching in your bitch and record the killing in first degree
So much rug burn shorty got purple knees
Dick all in her chest (gasp) now it hurts to breathe
I knew that you was pussy because I heard you queef
Poking out your chest I hope it's worth the beads
This is a rough f***ing not that birds and bees
Strong-arming bitch n****s you would think I was Hercules
I'm seeing red nah burgundy all over the floor, leave em leaking how quick, Mercury
Middle fingers to the f***ers that deserted me
I'm spraying raid watch the Cucarachas start to scurrying
I'm getting to the bread you toaster n****s think you're burning me
That's unconcerning me I'm staying brave until they bury me
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Alot of s*** got me aggravated
I put in work on my music but people are snoozing the s*** got me exasperated
I've even strayed away from masturbation to amass creation
And spazz with amazement now that's even wasting
Time and energy, I think my inner child is pissed at me
I can mix but my songs and audience don't have chemistry
Tryna to get that water and magnesium effect
F*** that light-hearted s*** my flow's an eagle at your neck
F*** waving that white flag
I'm heavy haymakering f*** dealing out light jabs
Where I'm from n****s are really like crabs in a barrel
Too buys bulls***ting and singing bout keeping their eyes on the sparrow
I've been an outcast but always in my element
Dealing with dumb muf***as mad that I speak eloquent
Why is it always n****s that always wanna make something seperate
Saying that I talk white not knowing that my wit will make your bitch pregnant
You got me hella bent I'm bulldozing through your section like an elephant
Stomp you into gelatin
I can see in your eyes that you would act the opposite of celibate just to sell a bit
You're more worse than these hoes that try to sell a pic
F*** your feelings even if they're delicate
I got a temper like five sisters on their period
I go through these cycles where I just wanna bleed s***
Cramping my style only makes you look like a weak bitch
Where's your Summer's Eve you make me wanna pull this from my dungarees
And buck you with this forty leave you stinking, turnip greens
When I get hungry it turns into a murder scene
Dick punching in your bitch and record the killing in first degree
So much rug burn shorty got purple knees
Dick all in her chest (gasp) now it hurts to breathe
I knew that you was pussy because I heard you queef
Poking out your chest I hope it's worth the beads
This is a rough f***ing not that birds and bees
Strong-arming bitch n****s you would think I was Hercules
I'm seeing red nah burgundy all over the floor, leave em leaking how quick, Mercury
Middle fingers to the f***ers that deserted me
I'm spraying raid watch the Cucarachas start to scurrying
I'm getting to the bread you toaster n****s think you're burning me
That's unconcerning me I'm staying brave until they bury me
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Writer: Ian Jenkins
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