Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jockin My Fresh, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Bar Exam 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MIC, One
Song language: English
Jockin My Fresh |
Easily I approach |
The microphone because I ain’t no joke |
Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts |
She need to quit |
«Jockin' my fresh" — Jay-Z |
Easily I could smoke |
Your hypertone, nigga you ain’t no loc |
Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick |
And she need to quit |
«Jockin' my fresh" — Jay-Z |
I’m on fire survival, admire you liar |
Who hire, new tires, flew by you |
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire |
Each line, I think it’s lightening |
What you think is writin' |
Is my ink ignitin' |
I stole that from L |
But I don’t think it’s bitin' |
Beef is hidin' on side of the stage |
Speakin' of fightin' |
I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade |
Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade |
A burial crusade |
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S. |
I’m sick |
I’m too paid |
I’m rich |
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet |
I’m sentimental |
End up with your dental |
Loose cave |
Bitch we ain’t Friends |
I ain’t Phoebe Buffay |
I’m a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe |
Get a lot of vagina |
Stylin' like I’m a designer |
Whoever hotter than me |
I probably find them inside of me |
Connected, I probably supply them it’s eeeeeasy |
The product is like Prada |
A lotta shottas is stretchy |
Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars |
Y’all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal |
I’m the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill |
Who’s countin'? |
I’m tryin' to build beyond a mill |
Don’t call me seven nine’s cause I’m tryin' to find a bill (ion) |
True is, who is down to kill |
Old school like a Buick Bonneville |
Suicide, do a lot of pills |
You ain’t got to kill |
Beef is easy to me bitch |
Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit |
Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped |
Down to buck, llama tuck |
Grind till you tired of us |
I’m on your head like a Yamaka |
I’m gonna tell y’all niggas right now. |
Number one |
Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. |
Number two |
If you ain’t feelin' me… you a fuckin' corn dog |