Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jewels, artist - QuillyDate of issue: 08.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jewels |
| Uh, shit real nigga |
| Talk to em. |
| Uh, uh. |
| These niggas' too kool for school |
| Breakin' all the rules, 5 deep in a squadder, ridin wit a tool |
| Hustlin' for cash, livin' life fast |
| Played the let out on the ave, should of went to class |
| These young girls is rollin' around showing their ass |
| And any young boy wit a check, can prolly smash |
| Slow down fore' you crash, I’m just showin' love |
| Girl, you only 16, you don’t know love |
| Used to be a good girl, now you just a hot jawn |
| You don’t even listen to your mom cuz your pop gone |
| Your chest gettin' bigger, your thighs gettin' thicker |
| You posed' to be garbed up, you showin' off your figure |
| On instagram, I wonder why he like your pictures |
| All these bad bitches, what happened to my sisters? |
| Soon as I get my money right, I might not never sin |
| Coke price is high, the blocker hotter than it’s ever been |
| Free all my niggas' wit life that got them letters in |
| Hold your head til' you see the light; |
| Thomas Eddison |
| Back to back, 2 terms; |
| shout out to the President |
| Back to back, 2 Porsches in front of my residents |
| Shoot first then ask questions,; |
| never hesitant |
| I’m just here to raise hell; |
| flow heaven sent |
| Pounds of the green, keys of the soft |
| Makin' sure my niggas' got the keys to the loft |
| Take em all shoppin', do it all from rap |
| Remember in them days, we used to it off of crack |
| Sleepin' on the floor, fuckin' up my back |
| Now I’m in a King wit your Queen fuckin' from the back |
| Sour is the new coke, percs is the new crack |
| Take a 1,000 pills to the block; |
| run through that |
| Try to teach my young boys, but they think they’re grown |
| Until they’re cased up, now they’re on their own |
| Catchin' wreck for nothin', never comin' home |
| The clubs burnt out, every week, the same hoes |
| Bitch, I’m trapped out, every day; |
| the same clothes |
| Dropped 10 mixtapes, I just change flows |
| Right now, I’m feelin' like the hottest in the U.S., |
| Moncler; |
| Blue Vest, Camero wit the 2s |
| Life gettin' finer, chows and benihanas |
| Furniture for my kid; |
| thousand dollar recliners |
| Snatchin' through the hood, 2 shooters behind us |
| Comin' up, I wanted everything designer |
| My mom did whatever to get it, I thank Tanya |
| Ladder’d up, 45, 40s and Llamas |
| Grass cut, still watchin' them Anacondas |
| Give me anybody, watch me eat em; |
| Jeffrey Dahmer |
| Nah mean? |
| Drop some jewels for the youngins' |
| See if they listen to me |
| «Haines Street Hustler 5» |
| Ha, long as I’m alive. |
| This fuckin' money nigga |
| Yeah. |
| Lets get it. |
| J Sparkz, I fuck wit you youngin' |
| You got that heat nigga. |
| Yup |
| Ha, I know, yup, I know |