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Black Sheep Video (MV)




Performed By: Jpaulished
Language: English
Length: 3:27
Written by: Liam Garrity




Jpaulished - Black Sheep Lyrics




Yeah yeah
Haha Yeah
Ayy Ayy

So I'm tryna marry Wolfie Cindy, off IG
I keep it f*ckin' movin' all y'all behind me
I do it how I wanna do, live it how I wanna live
Workin' like Rihanna do
Everything I wanna get
Comin' to me, yeah it's comin' to me
Fallin' to top come plummet with me
Tryna heat it up I got the f*ckin' oven with me
Rappers claimin' they unique but there's a hunnit fifty

Bro you so clone
Thinkin' that you black sheep
Y'all need to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping

Say I can't, please say I can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage

Woah
Why is he poppin'?
I been studyin' the game
Bro I'm ease droppin'
He like, oh my god when's the new Supreme droppin'?
When he make a new song the label feed off it
While I go Aretha
Independent with the Franklins
Throw it in the air and the hunnits start rainin'
Funny 'cause the money phone you got gettin' taken
You made it from the top
And I made it from the basement
Yea, huh right below the floor
Send it to the blogs, every time they hit ignore
They say the beat sucks
Or they say it's mixed poor
Now I'm a sad boy like I'm Jon Leandoer
Haha, yea
Y'all don't really get the word play
Hit it out the park, you ain't even makin' first base
Every song I make sound somethin' like an earthquake
Play it in your house and the whole first floor shake
Woah, think I need to slow it down
Free fallin' with no parachute
I'm bout ta hit the ground
But I ain't stoppin' 'til a f*ckin' mil in my account
Haters please put a nine millimeter in your mouth
Then, pull the f*ckin' trigger
Put the brains all on the couch
Lookin' like an art exhibit
Sold for thirty thou
I don't want this later
Bro I f*ckin' want it now
Say that I can't do it
Imma f*ckin' show you how

Bro you so clone
Thinkin' that you black sheep
Y'all need to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping

Say I can't, please say I can't
New hater, new song
This a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage

Wow, haha
This real
I been hidin' bombs
Like I'm, Isreal
Dog tag from the beat, it's killed
I'm the one they wanna see, I'm ill
Think my head too big for a fitted
Now my enemies all forfeitin'
Eatin' on a fruit, that shit forbiddin'
Y'all ain't do shit tho
Y'all just sittin'
Standin' ovation and a number one ribbon
I keep snappin' like the poem just finished
Windows like the Fyre Festival they getting tinted
Imma do that, so you can't see in it
Your girl in my lap like a f*ckin' seat in it
Got no plaque like I see dentist
Still all facts I rap authentic
Imma go platinum off this vision
Haha

Bro you so clone
Thinkin' that you black sheep
Y'all need to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping

Say I can't, please say I can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage
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English

Yeah yeah
Haha Yeah
Ayy Ayy

So I'm tryna marry Wolfie Cindy, off IG
I keep it f*ckin' movin' all y'all behind me
I do it how I wanna do, live it how I wanna live
Workin' like Rihanna do
Everything I wanna get
Comin' to me, yeah it's comin' to me
Fallin' to top come plummet with me
Tryna heat it up I got the f*ckin' oven with me
Rappers claimin' they unique but there's a hunnit fifty

Bro you so clone
Thinkin' that you black sheep
Y'all need to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping

Say I can't, please say I can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage

Woah
Why is he poppin'?
I been studyin' the game
Bro I'm ease droppin'
He like, oh my god when's the new Supreme droppin'?
When he make a new song the label feed off it
While I go Aretha
Independent with the Franklins
Throw it in the air and the hunnits start rainin'
Funny 'cause the money phone you got gettin' taken
You made it from the top
And I made it from the basement
Yea, huh right below the floor
Send it to the blogs, every time they hit ignore
They say the beat sucks
Or they say it's mixed poor
Now I'm a sad boy like I'm Jon Leandoer
Haha, yea
Y'all don't really get the word play
Hit it out the park, you ain't even makin' first base
Every song I make sound somethin' like an earthquake
Play it in your house and the whole first floor shake
Woah, think I need to slow it down
Free fallin' with no parachute
I'm bout ta hit the ground
But I ain't stoppin' 'til a f*ckin' mil in my account
Haters please put a nine millimeter in your mouth
Then, pull the f*ckin' trigger
Put the brains all on the couch
Lookin' like an art exhibit
Sold for thirty thou
I don't want this later
Bro I f*ckin' want it now
Say that I can't do it
Imma f*ckin' show you how

Bro you so clone
Thinkin' that you black sheep
Y'all need to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping

Say I can't, please say I can't
New hater, new song
This a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage

Wow, haha
This real
I been hidin' bombs
Like I'm, Isreal
Dog tag from the beat, it's killed
I'm the one they wanna see, I'm ill
Think my head too big for a fitted
Now my enemies all forfeitin'
Eatin' on a fruit, that shit forbiddin'
Y'all ain't do shit tho
Y'all just sittin'
Standin' ovation and a number one ribbon
I keep snappin' like the poem just finished
Windows like the Fyre Festival they getting tinted
Imma do that, so you can't see in it
Your girl in my lap like a f*ckin' seat in it
Got no plaque like I see dentist
Still all facts I rap authentic
Imma go platinum off this vision
Haha

Bro you so clone
Thinkin' that you black sheep
Y'all need to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping

Say I can't, please say I can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage
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Writer: Liam Garrity
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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