Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Far From Me, artist - Jag.
Date of issue: 05.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Far From Me |
Tell her please don’t bother me |
Spot look like a farmisy |
Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony |
No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you |
Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny |
Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly |
Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me |
Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me |
I been waitin on the big sail, put the work up on the big scail |
Walkin round with the work on me, nigga, pot smellin like a fish tail |
I got a lot on my mind |
I been dealin with a hundred feends |
Blew up, now I’m independent, labels sold a nigga like a hundred dreams |
I been up for like ten years, I make them pay for like all the things |
I can do a bitch fuckin mean, in my hood, nigga, pull a hundred strings |
Bitch, don’t bother me, told that bitch don’t bother me |
I’m tryna just burn here, bitch, shout out to Protagy |
Last year did it properly, this year, buy a property |
This shit like Monopoly, ain’t nobody stoppin me |
Yeah, try and beat your ods, we goin meet your squad |
Pull out the mac, yeah that boy shoot like Jesus, make you meet your god |
Oh my god, me and Problem, that’s the dopest of the dope |
Fresh to death, I’m in the Bentley, that’s a ghost inside a ghost |
So much shit I gotta say, so much shit that’s on my mind |
So I just be back and smoke, and put my focus on my grind |
Tell her please don’t bother me |
Spot look like a farmisy |
Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony |
No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you |
Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny |
Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly |
Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me |
Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me |
Salmon colored diamonds, all my niggas shinin |
Hustle when he climb it, bought it with the Simons |
Paper plain pilot, that was my assignment |
Coope came with everything, except for a roof and milage |
Stylish as a stylace, wildin, vibin, boy, we rich |
Bought my drink from Zaddi, ghetto money off movin shit |
We was more scared of them cops than we was scared of Freddy |
Be this way for life, Jag and Problem, Martin and Eddie |
Tell her please don’t bother me |
Spot look like a farmisy |
Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony |
No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you |
Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny |
Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly |
Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me |
Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me |