Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jailhouse , by - SqueeksRelease date: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jailhouse |
| You know that day |
| Judge let me free, man |
| I couldn’t see niggas, I was on my ten toes |
| Leave 'em hanging out to dry like my wet clothes |
| Niggas in their feelings cah they misses leaving XOs |
| Tryna figure if I’m pushing weight, bitch, I bench loads |
| Getting to the bread, niggas eating French toast |
| Fucking with my money, your mummy’s in her best clothes |
| Still getting rid of birds, moving like a scarecrow |
| And I’ve got a new machine coming with the airholes |
| Niggas spreading rumors, moving like a chatterbox |
| Catch you slipping in your Polo, G, because you cap a lot |
| Talk about banging strip, yeah, I’m from a banging block |
| Cam up selling crack, I see the nitties smoking crack a lot |
| And I got a flick that’ll wip a nigga’s nose off |
| Billy boy had rockies, tryna pop it in the phone box |
| Sending out a text, nitties moving like they’re robots |
| Say, «I got the best,» I say, «It's best you turn your phone on» |
| Jailhouse, jailhouse |
| Where the govs giving the mail out |
| Had me sitting down, I did my time alone |
| Five years, now I’m free, it’s only right I’m home |
| It’s only right I’m home |
| Five years, now I’m free, it’s only right I’m home |
| It’s only right I’m home |
| We got drums and sticks, this ain’t a sweet show |
| I brandish this, shit gon' end up on the street, bloke |
| I got the fire and the steam, this a teapot |
| This one a classic, he’ll blow you out your Reeboks |
| My niggas moving wicked, that beating was a village |
| Take him out the frame I say, you can’t forget the image |
| Saying that they’re brave, deep down, they’re really timid |
| Selling Jay-Zs, Jehovah was my witness |
| Keep it shh, it’s how my mouth stay |
| We count years, we don’t count days |
| You ain’t a nigga, you looking like a house slave |
| Thought she was a winner, but that bitch is just a downgrade |
| Could have fucked your bitch, but we had bad vibes |
| So I sent her back, call me Van Dyke |
| Seen man get whoosh in the face, baptized |
| Man try riding the wave, but they capsize |
| Jailhouse, jailhouse |
| Where the govs giving the mail out |
| Had me sitting down, I did my time alone |
| Five years, now I’m free, it’s only right I’m home |
| It’s only right I’m home |
| Five years, now I’m free, it’s only right I’m home |
| It’s only right I’m home |
| Squeeks |
| Shit crazy, man |
| It’s only right I’m home, man |
| Smoked out |
| Gang’s been missing me, man |
| Shit like that |