| How come you’re staring like you don’t know what it’s for?
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor
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| How come you’re staring like you don’t know what it’s for?
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor
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| We got these niggas looking at me
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| Like they’ve never seen a nigga put a real ass fucking 'fit together
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| They’re so used to looking at these new goddamn Instagra…
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| Y’all niggas seen these Instagram pages?
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| Where they literally tell you the whole entire outfit and the price range from
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| head to toe, nigga
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| So today, Ian Connor doesn’t happen to have anything on top of his head
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| But he does happen to have the Supreme Playboy collab jacket on
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| And we’re just gonna go ahead and skip to the bottom
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| 'Cause can you guys notice that he does have the Rape 3000's on
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| And those are gonna cost you 'bout 450 dollars deadstock
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| Yo, the new dressing off the mannequin shit
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| You a cool guy in all black, on some Anakin shit
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| I be breaking necks and I ain’t even plannin' these fits
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| When I walk in, I got everyone panicking shit, like
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| Like, why would you wear those to a function?
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| You know they gon' get stepped on
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| You know you gon' be punching niggas
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| (But I got two pairs)
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| Anything that can will, Murphy Lee’s law, stunting
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| «You know that you’re a black girl, right?
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| Your hair’s 'sposed to be sewed in, not spiked up?»
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| I do what I want, not whatever gets the likes up
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| They don’t like my outfit but they like the outcome
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| You never seen these shoes, well, that’s the reason I bought them
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| They copy my swag, you can see that I taught them
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| Fresh to death, I belong in a coffin
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| But I’m way too liked to die, so often express myself
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| Put it in a song so I don’t kill myself
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| Listen to it back and then I heal myself
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| I got money and the power and I’m still myself
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| Mama said, «Don't go broke tryna feel yourself»
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| Mama said, «Don't break tryna build yourself»
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| And don’t feel ashamed if you need some help
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| 'Cause we all do, 'cause we all lose
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| 'Cause we all know someone who blown their whole rent on some Off-White
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| I ain’t got none but I’m still trippin' off white
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| Lost my mama and I lost my mind and I still ain’t got my head right
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| Yeah, out in London I was dropping pounds
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| While my pockets fat off synching sounds
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| Had me dressed like the cover from Seeing Sounds
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| Got all these clones frontin' tryna be me now, like
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| How come you’re staring like you don’t know what it’s for?
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor
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| How come you’re staring like you don’t know what it’s for?
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor
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| How come you’re staring like you don’t know what it’s for? |
| (How Sway?)
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (How Sway?)
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| How come you’re staring like you don’t know what it’s for?
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (How Sway?)
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| Jaw up off the floor
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| Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jawbreaker , by - Injury Reserve. Song from the album Injury Reserve, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп