PJ the Pyjama Kid - 70% Water (feat. Zephaniah Duster) Lyrics

I got bags that be bigger than churches
F*ck her good now she screaming these curses
Splitting the water they call me Moses
You don't understand like I wrote in cursive
I gave away half of all my chains
Because I never want to stay the same
I need new ice all on top of me
I need a bitch right on top of me

We pull up we in the range
The sticky got me feeling strange
We gone drink and we gone party
Let me see your naked body
She grinding on me grinding on me
My dick go deep inside her tummy
I get off and say get off me
Rotate my phone so we can watch it, yuh
I need a few nicer things and some ice on my rings but I know it's already coming
I need a bitch that's a freak who gone f*ck for a week you gone hear her when she coming
Young Jin on the beat, he pass it to me, and all I can hear is em printing money
A bag on the way, a bag for PJ, one bag for my safe that's a lot of money

Her phone going off, ignoring her man
Take of her pants, she doing the dance
I pick up my phone and call up some friends
I need some room for me and my chains
I need more liquor all up in my veins
Rubbing their nose they say what is you saying
I stay away from the coco no way, these bitches for me I ain't running a train

The bank gone break, when i'm walking in
My back gone break, I carry my men
My Cuban links, on top of the sink
When I need some water my chains they gone clink
Like ice on lake, i'm freezing these fish
They biting the bait and i'm f*cking your bitch
She spread she drip, i'm taking a sip
Your song I skip my nigga don't trip
The gun you grip, you empty the clip
I slide in a whip, lil homie don't trip
Too turnt to drive, she flying the ship
We skurt we slide and she driving stick
Like boot to face, you hearing these kicks
Made it myself cause i'm young and i'm rich
Jin with the juice and i'm drinking it quick
PJ the kid i'm that nigga that's it
I don't need respect, I just need the pussy
You walk in the room and they call you a wussy
I walk in the room and they roll out the carpet
Jin with the juice and i'm making em pop it
Could it be coochie or could it be bottles
Bottle of henny I wake up with models
Hop out the whip and you trip and you stumble
Flick of the wrist and your diamonds they crumble

I got bags that be bigger than churches
F*ck her good now she screaming these curses
Splitting the water they call me Moses
You don't understand like I wrote in cursive
I gave away half of all my chains
Because I never want to stay the same
I need new ice all on top of me
I need a white girl on top of me, Yeah