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Table Jam

 

Table Jam

(álbum: Wherever You're Going I Hope It's Great - 2021)


That was like, right on the tongue until when you said it

I said it's women sending videos, bumping my shit from stripper poles (Uh)
My shorty mad that I said it, but shit, I'm getting dough (Uh)
I need more, I'm kicking in they doors (Ayy)
We rolling the weed up, stressing the deep cuts (Yeah, uh)

I said, "Fuck you, pay me," (Ayy) bossed up daily (What?)
I ain't make rent, but the closet go crazy (Crazy)
Nikes on the feet made the wardrobe complete (Huh? Hey)
So wavy, focused on the bucks, Tom Brady (What? What? Hey)

Say I'm skinny, lanky, tatted up (What?)
Looking like I had it up (Ayy)
CVS' receipt looking ass with my fashion up (Ayy)
Whipping like a spatula, Ritz becoming bands for us
Started making raps, it turned to dollars, somethin's adding up

As long the team up, then the rest come down to execution (Yup, uh)
Mayweather, you can catch us 'fore we stick and move (Bruh)
Great job, they work and they paid off (Huh? Yeah)
But I can quit my day grind and move out of my state, ya

See, this the mushed mouth, hash smoking, rap slinging slasher (What?)
Chipped tooth bastard, dropped acid with a pastor (Huh?)
Microphone master, catch up, don't make me act up
My talent too immaculate, fuck all your favorite rappers (Ayy)

Roll the blunt, I feel so iconic, ayy
I smoke it down and spit a high sonnet (Ayy)
High pockets feeling empty, but I might go cop it, like fuck (Uh)
I don't think that there's a beat up in this life I can't muck, ayy (Uh)

And y'all don't have to like it, I love it
I'm balling out, but on a budget (Okay)
If I cop this pair of Forces, I'ma have to skip that luncheon, um (Okay)
Number crunching like my reps in the gym
Missing the comfort of my friends, but I'm working for some

Ayy, haha
Let's go
Hahaha

feito

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