Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jayhovah, artist - Jay GuddaDate of issue: 03.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jayhovah |
| How many times you gonna fuck me up |
| I’ve been taking it light, but now enough’s enough |
| You gonna stab my back or gonna cut me up |
| Please hurry it up, I got a nut to bust, and I’m sick of talkin' |
| Any more lip, you can kiss the coffin |
| Any more shit, you can lick the faucet |
| Talk to me bitch, just skip the gossip, Mr. Cautious |
| Everybody know I overthink the raps |
| I ain’t dropping nothin' with a finger snap |
| Cuz everybody think it’s a thing to rap |
| But ain’t nobody really wanna bring the crack |
| Where my thinkers at |
| Everyone wake up, and just smell the coffee |
| Sorry Double A, I’m tryna tell the zombies |
| I keep hearing everybody talk Givenchy |
| But back then you were Abercrombie |
| This is why you all make me sick |
| Bitch take advice, or you can take the dick |
| My girl’s a bird, I gotta raise the chick, and I hate the bitch |
| Don’t like this shit, then don’t play this shit |
| Everybody 'round here got a game to quit, cuz I came equipped |
| And me and my brother gonna pray for this, like |
| Dear God, can you please help me tip the scale |
| I know I gotta lock it down, and I know they wanna ship the bail |
| It don’t take a lot to drown, but I’ll do anything to prevail |
| I got a lot to prove, and a lot to do, before I kick the pail |
| But Dear God, I don’t wanna be around the game |
| And I don’t like these rappers, because everybody sound the same But if you’re |
| by my side, I know that everything is bound to change |
| I think I found a lane, get the fuck from around the lames |
| How many times you gonna lie to us |
| I gave it a minute, but now time is up |
| You’re all some bitches that still ride the bus |
| And tell your bitch I don’t got time to fuck, and close the caption |
| I do not fuck with these local rappers |
| I do not trust any local rappers |
| And I am not just any local rapper, I chose a Jackson |
| Everybody else gotta play the back |
| Only one in my state that’ll state the facts |
| I’m throwin' out bait for the snakes and rats |
| Every one of ya’ll fake, I don’t take it back, and I came for blood |
| Don’t like the flow, then come paint the rug |
| I don’t like a hoe, but I date a ton |
| If you’d like to know, bitch I ain’t the one, and I hate the love |
| But I love the hate because it got me this |
| No pot to piss, but got lots of piff |
| Can’t cop a brick, but I can top a fifth |
| My page nice, Stojakovic, no stoppin this |
| Give a Rasta bitch, whole lots of dick |
| I will not admit who really taught me this |
| But just know… every night I pray to God for this |
| Dear God, can you please help me tip the scale |
| I know I gotta lock it down, and I know they wanna ship the bail |
| It don’t take a lot to drown, but I’ll do anything to prevail |
| I got a lot to prove, and a lot to do, before I kick the pail |
| But Dear God, I don’t wanna be around the game |
| And I don’t like these rappers, because everybody sound the same But if you’re |
| by my side, I know that everything is bound to change |
| I think I found a lane, get the fuck from around the lames |
| So what the fuck is up… Dear God, Dear God |
| What the fuck is up… Dear God, Come on |
| Don’t think that we’re done, cuz we ain’t though |
| We ain’t done 'til I say so, or Sue’s son got a halo |
| I look into your face, see a rainbow |
| And lately I’ve been feeling like Rambo |
| I rather sit in heaven than a Lambo |
| I’m 9/11 with the ammo, R.I.P to the fam though, killin' in camo |
| I’m the motherfucker that you hate to like |
| And you’re mad as fuck, but you take the pipe |
| Say you baggin' up, but you ain’t the type |
| Fuck famous life, I’m tryna change my life |
| You don’t like this shit, then don’t play this shit |
| Everybody 'round here got a game to quit |
| And me and my brother gonna pray for this |