Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jealousy , by - The PuristRelease date: 03.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jealousy |
| The cheddar breed jealousy |
| The cheddar breed jealousy |
| Especially if that man fucked up |
| Y’all don’t know where I come from, nigga |
| You don’t know what I’ve been through, ho |
| Said I wasted my time, huh? |
| Look bitch, I done told you so |
| I done got on my own shit |
| I ain’t need your help, though |
| Bitch, I know I did it |
| You ain’t gotta tell me so |
| I done come a long way, I’m grindin', grindin' |
| Really, I ain’t really have shit |
| Now your bitch see me shinin', prime-timin' |
| And she all up on my dick |
| ‘Cause she know I’m ballin', ballin' |
| J. J. Redick comin' off that pick |
| Sex text pics, open up her mouth |
| And my dick is about to go swish |
| Bitch, it’s… Danny Motherfuckin' Brown |
| And you know I’m in beast mode |
| So bitch go run them c-notes |
| She come through naked in a pea coat |
| ‘Cause she know she about to deep throat |
| Rubbin' on her clit, playin' with her pee hole |
| Lookin' like she playin' Guitar Hero |
| You niggas ain’t in my league, ho |
| My flows so damn illegal |
| No nigga, you ain’t my amigo |
| No senor, you no chico |
| I do not speak no Spanish |
| So I don’t know what that mean, yo |
| I met this Filipino, and she was jalapeño |
| Get up off of your ass, nigga |
| Worried about my fuck, boy |
| I don’t love that bitch |
| Ho just my fuck toy |
| Got the game in an uproar |
| Y’all are lames and so boring |
| Now your bitch got her tits out |
| Tryna get my laundry — oh boy! |
| I’m on some other shit |
| ‘Cause y’all done got me fucked up |
| Y’all don’t know who y’all fuckin' with |
| I’m a Linwood nigga ‘til I’m dead in the grave |
| Detroit techno, shootin' up raves |
| Nigga’d I will take it back in the day |
| Don’t make me go back to that nigga in the braids |
| Raised around Ks, but a nigga escaped |
| So bitch-nigga, don’t make me take that bait |
| Niggas in the hood got love for me |
| No Limits, Skull Duggery |
| So I’m just tryna smoke my weed |
| Tell me where the hoes at |
| All up in my cell phone |
| Nigga you already know that |
| So I’mma call some hoes up |
| Tell ‘em bring some drink through |
| We gon' have a party |
| Call the pill man up fool |
| So let’s all get fucked up |
| ‘Cause we ain’t worried ‘bout it |
| Smokin' on that Master P |
| Bitch we ‘bout it, ‘bout it |