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Jonas

 

Jonas

(Album: Willows - 2023)


Damn, iced switch my mind

I'm in a foreign car, and that bih broke my heart
I'm just sipping on mud, shit ain't hit from the start
Told her I'm breaking your heart, shit not easy lil' bitch you making it hard
I'm touching the stars... ha
I'm touching the stars, I'm touching the stars
I'm going to mars
Back in the day I was puffin them bars
Look at my niggas they clutching the nine
Fuck this shit feel like it not working
Take me a perc when I'm digging my mind
I would never switch up on my gang
And the dreads on my head like to hang
And I pour this shit up on the gang
Get blowed down nigga keep playing
I'm in the Porsche and I'm doing 120
Get to the money nigga don't talk to me
I know a whole lotta niggas that's gunning
Whole lotta niggas that really don't want it
Chop pop out and y'all niggas think he on it
Only thing I'm worried bout is my money
If you talk shit then my killa's is on it
Stay with my niggas my bruddas like Jonas

Look in her eyes I tell her she golden
Talking the money forgot I ain't wrote this?
Yuh, you look in my hand you see roaches
Yuh, I'm getting the rack like I'm posed to
Chop on the side of my holster
Smoking them dead opps
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I'm in a foreign car, and that bih broke my heart
I'm just sipping on mud, shit ain't hit from the start
Told her I'm breaking your heart, shit not easy lil' bitch you making it hard
I'm touching the stars... ha
I'm touching the stars, I'm touching the stars
I'm going to mars
Back in the day I was puffin them bars
Look at my niggas they clutching the nine
Fuck this shit feel like it not working
Take me a perc when I'm digging my mind
I would never switch up on my gang
And the dreads on my head like to hang
And I pour this shit up on the gang
Get blowed down nigga keep playing
I'm in the Porsche and I'm doing 120
Get to the money nigga don't talk to me
I know a whole lotta niggas that's gunning
Whole lotta niggas that really don't want it
Chop pop out and y'all niggas think he on it
Only thing I'm worried bout is my money
If you talk shit then my killa's is on it
Stay with my niggas my bruddas like Jonas

Jonas, golden, jonas

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