Joe Gang - Jasmine Interlude Lyrics

On my moma kid
I'm my moma kid
I thought you was done
Butchyou back again
But I know that i'm wrong
And you think that i'm sick
I just poured it up
And I kan't think of shit
Now I got lots of thots a
And they all on go mode
She said I act like I'm 9
Thats my klan hoe
I think you too fake
No bae you too sick
She said she don't like my style
Said boy kan ya change it
I pour my kup, need ice
Ima kut that bitch no knife
She'ont like me man she triff
I just got me a broad for the night
She know who I been with
She know all I been through
She said I been acting fake
Thats what this money do
How you gone text me like that
How you gone let him hit from the back
You said you a real ass broad
Why the f*ck you fake like that
You gone front that man this
You gone show him yo color
You gone give him that shit
Ion give a f*ck baby thats it

Baby you don't text me
Why you don't text me
You just wanna sex me
Wanna molest me
She digging my neck piece
Don't touch my neck please
Jasmine you don't t like me
Why don't you like me

Baby you don't text me
Why you don't text me
You just wanna sex me
Wanna molest me
She digging my neck piece
Don't touch my neck please
Jasmine you don't like me
Why don't you like me