Speak up – Jay Critch lyrics

Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon
Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous
Shawty I’m hot like the furnace
Imma go and get the wraith swervin
I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams. Tryna get the cash, you too late
Diamonds they flash kool-aid,
All black jack dooms day. She said I move too funny
Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you. Hatch a Buddha back right pour 4 in the lean
And I’m too clutch 3 seconds and they passing to me. (x3)
You could get hit with the k
Shooters running down make a scene
You could get hit with the k
Shooters running down with the beam
She all in my face want the diamonds
She don’t really want me. Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot Imma feennn. (x3)
Jay Critch lyrics
Video up Shawty bad tryna get in between these niggas
Suspect they too fake, had to roll up the weed. Remember running off a pack,
It’s in the hood what you need, Imma serve you
Broke b*tch get back if she ain’t talking chicken then I’m allergic, heyy
Imma pull up and I’m flexin on purpose. Poured fendi in the bag whohey
Hey, yeah, hey. Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon
Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous
Shawty I’m hot like the furnace
Imma go and get the wraith swervin
I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams. She sucking seed like the rug
Rats told her pull up, told her get on her knees
Come here let me touch that. Lyrics Jay Critch – Speak up
Hey, yeah, hey. Hey, you a loser
Diamonds on me dance Billie Jean
Big body take up 2 lanes,
I’mma do the dash like Usain
I don’t give a f*ck what you say
Imma get the cash, I’m too prayed. These niggas turn fake
F*ck niggas, ain’t on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas ain’t tryna get to the cheese. He said he talking money
Speak up nigga, nobody heard ya. Really gettin’ tired of the subductions
Shut em up, throw em back in the v
Broke boy change the subject
Ain’t talkin’ money, you ain’t talkin’ to me. Remember running off a pack,
It’s in the hood what you need, Imma serve you
Broke b*tch get back if she ain’t talking chicken then I’m allergic, heyy
Imma pull up and I’m flexin on purpose. She said I move too funny
Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you. I’m like boo yah I just hit a lick for the piece. She calling me bae and I want the pus*y
But I really want green bruh
Keep talking this tough sh*t
But that nigga pus*y he don’t really want beef. Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot Imma feen. These niggas turn fake versuri-lyrics.info
F*ck niggas, ain’t on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas ain’t tryna get to the cheese. He said he talking money
Speak up nigga, nobody heard ya.


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