These niggas wakin' up, prayin' everyday that one day they can come jugg like me
These niggas walk around, rockin' McKenzie whilst me and my niggas rock Off-White tees
These niggas keep talkin' shit online, but all them niggas just puffs, no Reese
Stackin' all my money 'till the gang come eat
Said she want a snack, told her, "This dick a treat"
Most you niggas broke, and your tanks on E
Typa' nigga try run out the room with a bee
Got this on and I got this shit glee
Come round the house you gon pay me the fee
Go KFC and I got a 3 piece
Some niggas ask how I do it with ease
Some niggas say why I do this shit clean
Slide on the opps gotta keep this smooth
Stay in my lane and I get in my groove
Most you man broke you buy your shit used
Ain't workin hard, why you confused
You gonna cry when you catch you a bruise
I think she think she come from the Bronx, she been callin' all these hoes a Munch
I been eatin my eggs benedict, my shakshuka, I ate it for brunch
Most these niggas they gay as f*ck, most of these niggas aint felt a girls' touch
Most these niggas they racist, they say I'm recordin' this track in a hut
All of these rappers confused, they dont know what to do, they dont know what it 'bout
I been thinkin bout what I'ma say, and these niggas they takin my route
And i keep me like 30 bands stuffed in a duffel, it stay on the couch
JESX - House Lyrics
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These niggas wakin' up, prayin' everyday that one day they can come jugg like me
These niggas walk around, rockin' McKenzie whilst me and my niggas rock Off-White tees
These niggas keep talkin' shit online, but all them niggas just puffs, no Reese
Stackin' all my money 'till the gang come eat
Said she want a snack, told her, "This dick a treat"
Most you niggas broke, and your tanks on E
Typa' nigga try run out the room with a bee
Got this on and I got this shit glee
Come round the house you gon pay me the fee
Go KFC and I got a 3 piece
Some niggas ask how I do it with ease
Some niggas say why I do this shit clean
Slide on the opps gotta keep this smooth
Stay in my lane and I get in my groove
Most you man broke you buy your shit used
Ain't workin hard, why you confused
You gonna cry when you catch you a bruise
I think she think she come from the Bronx, she been callin' all these hoes a Munch
I been eatin my eggs benedict, my shakshuka, I ate it for brunch
Most these niggas they gay as f*ck, most of these niggas aint felt a girls' touch
Most these niggas they racist, they say I'm recordin' this track in a hut
All of these rappers confused, they dont know what to do, they dont know what it 'bout
I been thinkin bout what I'ma say, and these niggas they takin my route
And i keep me like 30 bands stuffed in a duffel, it stay on the couch
These niggas walk around, rockin' McKenzie whilst me and my niggas rock Off-White tees
These niggas keep talkin' shit online, but all them niggas just puffs, no Reese
Stackin' all my money 'till the gang come eat
Said she want a snack, told her, "This dick a treat"
Most you niggas broke, and your tanks on E
Typa' nigga try run out the room with a bee
Got this on and I got this shit glee
Come round the house you gon pay me the fee
Go KFC and I got a 3 piece
Some niggas ask how I do it with ease
Some niggas say why I do this shit clean
Slide on the opps gotta keep this smooth
Stay in my lane and I get in my groove
Most you man broke you buy your shit used
Ain't workin hard, why you confused
You gonna cry when you catch you a bruise
I think she think she come from the Bronx, she been callin' all these hoes a Munch
I been eatin my eggs benedict, my shakshuka, I ate it for brunch
Most these niggas they gay as f*ck, most of these niggas aint felt a girls' touch
Most these niggas they racist, they say I'm recordin' this track in a hut
All of these rappers confused, they dont know what to do, they dont know what it 'bout
I been thinkin bout what I'ma say, and these niggas they takin my route
And i keep me like 30 bands stuffed in a duffel, it stay on the couch
Writer: Jonathan Wilson
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