Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's On, artist - Jae Millz.
Date of issue: 01.01.2012
Song language: English
It's On |
Ladies and gentlemen |
I go by the name of Jae Millz |
Justin Case, Marlyn New York City |
That’s it |
It’s really here |
I’m a father who’s child in this world livin' |
Just chillin', spittin' |
This verse from my iPhone just ringin' |
My lyrics get mo' po' in the oda I’m getting |
Young niggas like, what can I give 'em? |
Like wisdom |
Oh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you’re getting dressed |
Man, it’s like I make theme music for getting fresh |
Smoke medicated every day, fuck a cigarette |
You would think I was Mike’s son, I got all the Jords |
Sneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage waz |
Somebody feel they in need, they could come record |
I look the new world’s mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the |
city |
I’m a father who’s child in this world livin' |
Still chillin', still tryna remain sucker free and get this chicken |
My new Sedan hard like MOP halls |
And it’s still MOP, yea, money over pigeons |
Ain’t no all on my marble floors, baby I ain’t slippin' |
I enticin' in yo game showin' Givens |
But my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cup |
Throbe on, that’s disrespectful to pimpin' if I wasn’t sippin' |
That’s just G shit, fuck a rap song |
Ask Bun if you think I’m just puttin' words in rap form |
My sline ain’t gave me a chance in the platform |
Now my town hype cause a fool is what I act for |
Yea, Yankee feel it, low cuts |
Spend mo' money on my belt than the jeans they holdin' up |
Like my ex down in the dust, I don’t care how she holdin' up |
Humor from a beamered up bus so who’s the real asshole? |