F*ck, she be like, Jxvionn, you don't deserve me
I don't see how that shit could concern me
I'm in that mode like, do not disturb me
I can't love the same cus my last bitch, she hurt me
Praying to got i wont crash think he heard me
Niggas lying like you is a turkey
They want my attention so bad, niggas thirsty
I got my heater 3 a.m. in jersey
Sending shots out the G and the opps hope it miss him
This ain't football, but we boutta blitz em
If you see shots, don't act like a victim
Walk a mile in my shoes you can't fit em
April fooling these niggas, but these bullets still hit em
Learning more and more about these niggas
His bitch on my dick and I hoping he figured
Put him in a room full of bitches, he fit in
Bad lil bitch, and she f*ck wit me heavy
You gon Cry in your room or you gon' cry on your bentley
Don't question my loyalty if you switched up already
Bad bitches, they screaming my name, it's too many
I get up on stage, get these bitches wetty
If I get between her, I bet she gon' let me
Got another bad bitch want me, to drip her in fendi
But she got that wop, I ain't talking bout Fetty
Niggas funny, I'm a pull out the G
And my opps finna hop like a bunny
Tryna line me like I ain't no dummy
Behind my back they tryna burn me for money
Watch who you trust in this life
Cause even ya own shadows, leave you in the dark
2-3 shots in this chop
He Think he got God on the side, but he ain't goin' far
If I get Brody then he finna spliff him, recoil on this chop finna split em
If I say it, I mean it, no kidding
Niggas be like, all up on wood got a splinter
They got blood on my burberry denims
Pray to God, but sometimes I be sinnin
Getting money, that's my favorite feeling
Ya Bitch want me cus she know that I move different
Sending shots out the G and the opps hope it miss him
This ain't football, but we boutta blitz em
If you see shots, don't act like a victim
Walk a mile in my shoes you can't fit em
April fooling these niggas, but these bullets still hit em
Learning more and more about these niggas
His bitch on my dick and I hoping he figured
Put him in a room full of bitches, he fit in
Bad lil bitch, and she f*ck wit me heavy
You gon Cry in your room or you gon' cry on your bentley
Don't question my loyalty if you switched up already
Bad bitches, they screaming my name, it's too many
I get up on stage, get these bitches wetty
If I get between it, I bet she gon' let me
Got another bad bitch want me to drip her and fendi
But she got that wop, I ain't talkin' bout Fetty
If I get Brody then he finna spliff him, recoil on this chop finna split em
If I say it, I mean it, no kidding
Niggas be like, all up on wood got a splinter
They got blood on my burberry denims
Pray to God, but sometimes I be sinnin
Getting money, that's my favorite feelin
Ya bitch want me cause she know that I move different
Jxvionn - cry in a bentley Lyrics
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F*ck, she be like, Jxvionn, you don't deserve me
I don't see how that shit could concern me
I'm in that mode like, do not disturb me
I can't love the same cus my last bitch, she hurt me
Praying to got i wont crash think he heard me
Niggas lying like you is a turkey
They want my attention so bad, niggas thirsty
I got my heater 3 a.m. in jersey
Sending shots out the G and the opps hope it miss him
This ain't football, but we boutta blitz em
If you see shots, don't act like a victim
Walk a mile in my shoes you can't fit em
April fooling these niggas, but these bullets still hit em
Learning more and more about these niggas
His bitch on my dick and I hoping he figured
Put him in a room full of bitches, he fit in
Bad lil bitch, and she f*ck wit me heavy
You gon Cry in your room or you gon' cry on your bentley
Don't question my loyalty if you switched up already
Bad bitches, they screaming my name, it's too many
I get up on stage, get these bitches wetty
If I get between her, I bet she gon' let me
Got another bad bitch want me, to drip her in fendi
But she got that wop, I ain't talking bout Fetty
Niggas funny, I'm a pull out the G
And my opps finna hop like a bunny
Tryna line me like I ain't no dummy
Behind my back they tryna burn me for money
Watch who you trust in this life
Cause even ya own shadows, leave you in the dark
2-3 shots in this chop
He Think he got God on the side, but he ain't goin' far
If I get Brody then he finna spliff him, recoil on this chop finna split em
If I say it, I mean it, no kidding
Niggas be like, all up on wood got a splinter
They got blood on my burberry denims
Pray to God, but sometimes I be sinnin
Getting money, that's my favorite feeling
Ya Bitch want me cus she know that I move different
Sending shots out the G and the opps hope it miss him
This ain't football, but we boutta blitz em
If you see shots, don't act like a victim
Walk a mile in my shoes you can't fit em
April fooling these niggas, but these bullets still hit em
Learning more and more about these niggas
His bitch on my dick and I hoping he figured
Put him in a room full of bitches, he fit in
Bad lil bitch, and she f*ck wit me heavy
You gon Cry in your room or you gon' cry on your bentley
Don't question my loyalty if you switched up already
Bad bitches, they screaming my name, it's too many
I get up on stage, get these bitches wetty
If I get between it, I bet she gon' let me
Got another bad bitch want me to drip her and fendi
But she got that wop, I ain't talkin' bout Fetty
If I get Brody then he finna spliff him, recoil on this chop finna split em
If I say it, I mean it, no kidding
Niggas be like, all up on wood got a splinter
They got blood on my burberry denims
Pray to God, but sometimes I be sinnin
Getting money, that's my favorite feelin
Ya bitch want me cause she know that I move different
I don't see how that shit could concern me
I'm in that mode like, do not disturb me
I can't love the same cus my last bitch, she hurt me
Praying to got i wont crash think he heard me
Niggas lying like you is a turkey
They want my attention so bad, niggas thirsty
I got my heater 3 a.m. in jersey
Sending shots out the G and the opps hope it miss him
This ain't football, but we boutta blitz em
If you see shots, don't act like a victim
Walk a mile in my shoes you can't fit em
April fooling these niggas, but these bullets still hit em
Learning more and more about these niggas
His bitch on my dick and I hoping he figured
Put him in a room full of bitches, he fit in
Bad lil bitch, and she f*ck wit me heavy
You gon Cry in your room or you gon' cry on your bentley
Don't question my loyalty if you switched up already
Bad bitches, they screaming my name, it's too many
I get up on stage, get these bitches wetty
If I get between her, I bet she gon' let me
Got another bad bitch want me, to drip her in fendi
But she got that wop, I ain't talking bout Fetty
Niggas funny, I'm a pull out the G
And my opps finna hop like a bunny
Tryna line me like I ain't no dummy
Behind my back they tryna burn me for money
Watch who you trust in this life
Cause even ya own shadows, leave you in the dark
2-3 shots in this chop
He Think he got God on the side, but he ain't goin' far
If I get Brody then he finna spliff him, recoil on this chop finna split em
If I say it, I mean it, no kidding
Niggas be like, all up on wood got a splinter
They got blood on my burberry denims
Pray to God, but sometimes I be sinnin
Getting money, that's my favorite feeling
Ya Bitch want me cus she know that I move different
Sending shots out the G and the opps hope it miss him
This ain't football, but we boutta blitz em
If you see shots, don't act like a victim
Walk a mile in my shoes you can't fit em
April fooling these niggas, but these bullets still hit em
Learning more and more about these niggas
His bitch on my dick and I hoping he figured
Put him in a room full of bitches, he fit in
Bad lil bitch, and she f*ck wit me heavy
You gon Cry in your room or you gon' cry on your bentley
Don't question my loyalty if you switched up already
Bad bitches, they screaming my name, it's too many
I get up on stage, get these bitches wetty
If I get between it, I bet she gon' let me
Got another bad bitch want me to drip her and fendi
But she got that wop, I ain't talkin' bout Fetty
If I get Brody then he finna spliff him, recoil on this chop finna split em
If I say it, I mean it, no kidding
Niggas be like, all up on wood got a splinter
They got blood on my burberry denims
Pray to God, but sometimes I be sinnin
Getting money, that's my favorite feelin
Ya bitch want me cause she know that I move different
Writer: Javion Vaughan
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