JAYDA - Rootbeer Lyrics

(Oh, man, I lost my intro
Goddammit, shouts out Bourgeois Boys, shouts out Jaydar
Man, f*ck it
This song's called "Rootbeer", if you don't like it, f*ck you)
BARS
(You talking about that hoe over there? Pfft, she don't know
We got the best of that, sitting sideways
Shouts out Baphomet and rootbeer)

Sitting sideways
Catching hate like it's Sunday
High as f*ck on the runway
Vandalizing these churches while I'm
Sacrificing these virgins, I been
Far out like I'm Pluto
Bascetti with prosciutto
White girl, grey eyes,
I call that bitch my blue-nose
Skinny with them cute toes
Puffing tough on that Who Knows
Clearing up my cottonmouth,
I give that pussy kudos
F*ck a starving artist, bae,
I'm getting paid regardless
Seats softer than her hair and
Wood darker than her heart is
Drinking that single barrel,
Spilling on my apparel,
99 East and baby wiling like she feral
Cleaner than a sterile
Needle full of hero-
-in, I'm f*cking winning
Bitch is going for the marrow
F*cking with a Seventh Day Adventist out in Venice
I'm a menace,
But intelligent
You can tell by the penmanship,
We don't give a damn if a bitch won't let us
It's the Landshark Clique, Bourgeois Boys
It's the Landshark Clique, Bourgeois Boys

(Bourgeois Boys, hashtag that
Whatchu think?
We got the best of that
Yah bitch, I got the best of that
Chocolate pudding?
Believe I got the best of that
F*ck you, hoe, I got the best of that)

Catching hate like it's Sunday
High as f*ck on the runway