Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ask For It , by - JL. Song from the album The Devil Hates Sundays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.09.2020
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Ask For It |
| Skrrt, ohh |
| Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh |
| Monjo making magic |
| Know you can get what you want, you just gotta ask for it (Ask for it) |
| Turn it up, turn it up, 200, we did the dashboard |
| Swerving in traffic, you feel like we moving in fast-forward (Yeah) |
| Load up the passengers, just put a new stamp on her passport |
| You get what you ask for |
| She want it, she ask for it |
| That booty good look', what they mad for? |
| Try’na pay cash, she taking the charge |
| She never a bad sport |
| I’m try’na smash |
| I’m booming like Zion, I’m shaking the backboard |
| You get what you ask for |
| She want it, she ask for it |
| That booty good look', what they mad for? |
| Try’na pay cash, she taking the charge |
| She never a bad sport |
| I’m try’na smash |
| I’m booming like Zion, I’m shaking the backboard |
| Bitch I’m booming like Zion |
| Got a check, had to move through the islands |
| She said she loving the kid |
| But I know that these bitches be lying |
| Goodbye, any bitches wan' slide? |
| Now all these bitches wan' ride |
| M-A-E-Z and my nigga JL got these hoes out here losing they mind |
| Yeah, it’s fuck what she thought |
| We gon' fuck she gon' ride my beat drop |
| Fuck what he thought |
| He get crazy and get fucked up, he soft |
| We up, we off, Strange, we gon' eat up |
| Creep up, killing shit, y’all can’t keep up |
| We up, swear to God they gon' beep us |
| Truth is we’re the game’s best kept secret |
| We stuck in the pandemic, keep heat tucked |
| Peaced up, wanna see a nigga self-destruct |
| Treated like we lucked up, what in the fuck? |
| Smoking on green 'til the tree trunk |
| Boutta get inked up, try’na not ease, bru |
| We want freedom make her probably make a deep cut |
| I would rather emulate a beat on a freak but |
| Boutta get wavy and motorboat a D-cup baby |
| Life’s too crazy |
| Niggas wanna start a revolution |
| All because all of the propaganda |
| I don’t know nobody with a solution |
| It’s tough as leather upholstery |
| Would be whatever it’s supposed to be |
| No flexing, I know that you noticed me |
| 'Cause we in this bitch like an ovary |
| Rotten dirty, gotta keep it lowkey on the backstreets (Swerve, swerve) |
| Niggas do the most, see me drippin', finna blow like gas leaks (Boom, boom, |
| boom) |
| Pedal to the metal when we ducking from he Devil, never half speed (Skrrt, |
| skrrt, skrrt) |
| Hoes used to boo like the ghost, now they clap like ass cheeks, nasty |
| Know you can get what you want, you just gotta ask for it (Ask for it) |
| Turn it up, turn it up, 200, we did the dashboard |
| Swerving in traffic, you feel like we moving in fast-forward (Yeah) |
| Load the passengers, just put a new stamp on her passport |
| You get what you ask for |
| She want it, she ask for it |
| That booty good look', what they mad for? |
| Try’na pay cash, she taking the charge |
| She never a bad sport |
| I’m try’na smash |
| I’m booming like Zion, I’m shaking the backboard |
| I got 'em swerving in traffic again |
| Hopped in the Wraith when she hopped out the car |
| She twirling around in the wind |
| She said she love it when I give her the heart |
| She wanna drive, throw her the keys |
| Rolling around, that bitch so loud |
| We don’t even hear the police |
| Light up the tree, she roll up for me |
| I’m whipping it, whipping it yeah |
| When I get through with her |
| She ain’t gonna keep me all on her neck |
| Light up the tree, she roll up for me |
| I’m whipping it, whipping it yeah |
| Told her tonight is gon' be the night |
| And you ain’t gon' want it to end |
| And if you need it, I got it |
| I got 'bout a G in my pocket |
| And three on my wrist if you need me to watch it |
| All of my niggas gon' eat if I got it |
| Got a lil' green if you need a deposit |
| Boy, I’ve been the best and I think they forgot it |
| I’m fly as I come, I don’t need the narcotics |
| And we not changing the topic |
| I’m top of the top, ain’t no way you can top me |
| You talking out this, then you might get your top pics |
| Stop it is what I suggest |
| Call me A.R. |
| I got three on my chest |
| Not verified because no one can check |
| Me and you know that Leezo’s up next |
| In the Rari, we dropping the top like a marker |
| Act like I’m Zion, but aim like I’m Parker |
| Boy, I’m the best, it’s undisputed |
| I come with that game to make Shannon get sharper |
| Pull up, you know it ain’t safe |
| Won’t stop 'til we top of hip-hop, yeah the face |
| Won’t stop 'til we dropping the top of the Wraith |
| She get what she want, but she do what I say |
| Talk to 'em nephew |
| Like I’m really the best, like I’m really coming up |
| I see you |
| Aye, did y’all hear me? |
| We heard you |
| You want me to say it again? |
| Say it again |
| Okay, pull up, you know it ain’t safe |
| Won’t stop 'til we top of hip-hop, yeah the face |
| Won’t stop 'til we dropping the top of the Wraith |
| She get what she want, but she do what I say |
| Ohh, you get what you ask for |
| We did it again |
| She want it, she ask for it |
| That booty good look', what they mad for? |
| Try’na pay cash, she taking the charge |
| She never a bad sport |
| I’m try’na smash |
| I’m booming like Zion, I’m shaking the backboard |
| Monjo making magic |