Keep me the action for lames
Ain't no distractions or games
F*ck a contract and the fame
Boxing you out of the frame
I don't like talkin bout game
Unless you on the wave
Otherwise we not the same
We in two different lanes
Bitches thought I was sleep
Heard you sayin I'm weak
Yeah thought I was sweet
Until I flashed em the heat
Gun yo ass down in the street
Pull back around for the sweep
Now I ain't hearing a peep
You shouldn't of been f*cking wit me
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Mix it up with some vodka
Don't give a f*ck about ya
Turn up yeah Imma start it
Turn up bitch Imma start it
Back then I use to go harder
Now I'm going much smarter
Fireman like I'm Carter
Bitch don't get me started
Yeah I'm f*ckin callin
Why you fronting stallin?
Yeah we been ballin
While you was you was crawling
Always been starter
Never hopped off the bench
Yeah I'm tryna get rich
Heard yo ass still a bitch
Boy you really a trick
Don't be talking that shit
Ima just empty the clip
Hit yo ass right in the lip
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Why you talking that shit
Heard yo bitch was a trick
Used to suck on my dick
Then she f*cked the whole crew
Yeah that bitch is trick
What the f*ck you gon do?
You just gon give her yo shit
You just gon do what she do
F*ckin with the white girl
Left you lost in world
Yeah you lost your world
Still got yo girl
Yeah she takin your time
That should be a crime
Making you get in line
I would just bust out my nine
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
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Keep me the action for lames
Ain't no distractions or games
F*ck a contract and the fame
Boxing you out of the frame
I don't like talkin bout game
Unless you on the wave
Otherwise we not the same
We in two different lanes
Bitches thought I was sleep
Heard you sayin I'm weak
Yeah thought I was sweet
Until I flashed em the heat
Gun yo ass down in the street
Pull back around for the sweep
Now I ain't hearing a peep
You shouldn't of been f*cking wit me
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Mix it up with some vodka
Don't give a f*ck about ya
Turn up yeah Imma start it
Turn up bitch Imma start it
Back then I use to go harder
Now I'm going much smarter
Fireman like I'm Carter
Bitch don't get me started
Yeah I'm f*ckin callin
Why you fronting stallin?
Yeah we been ballin
While you was you was crawling
Always been starter
Never hopped off the bench
Yeah I'm tryna get rich
Heard yo ass still a bitch
Boy you really a trick
Don't be talking that shit
Ima just empty the clip
Hit yo ass right in the lip
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Why you talking that shit
Heard yo bitch was a trick
Used to suck on my dick
Then she f*cked the whole crew
Yeah that bitch is trick
What the f*ck you gon do?
You just gon give her yo shit
You just gon do what she do
F*ckin with the white girl
Left you lost in world
Yeah you lost your world
Still got yo girl
Yeah she takin your time
That should be a crime
Making you get in line
I would just bust out my nine
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Ain't no distractions or games
F*ck a contract and the fame
Boxing you out of the frame
I don't like talkin bout game
Unless you on the wave
Otherwise we not the same
We in two different lanes
Bitches thought I was sleep
Heard you sayin I'm weak
Yeah thought I was sweet
Until I flashed em the heat
Gun yo ass down in the street
Pull back around for the sweep
Now I ain't hearing a peep
You shouldn't of been f*cking wit me
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Mix it up with some vodka
Don't give a f*ck about ya
Turn up yeah Imma start it
Turn up bitch Imma start it
Back then I use to go harder
Now I'm going much smarter
Fireman like I'm Carter
Bitch don't get me started
Yeah I'm f*ckin callin
Why you fronting stallin?
Yeah we been ballin
While you was you was crawling
Always been starter
Never hopped off the bench
Yeah I'm tryna get rich
Heard yo ass still a bitch
Boy you really a trick
Don't be talking that shit
Ima just empty the clip
Hit yo ass right in the lip
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Why you talking that shit
Heard yo bitch was a trick
Used to suck on my dick
Then she f*cked the whole crew
Yeah that bitch is trick
What the f*ck you gon do?
You just gon give her yo shit
You just gon do what she do
F*ckin with the white girl
Left you lost in world
Yeah you lost your world
Still got yo girl
Yeah she takin your time
That should be a crime
Making you get in line
I would just bust out my nine
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
Shot my pistol too much
Yeah I f*cked up my heat
I ain't worried too much
It's got a friend you can meet
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
You can just call her Janine
That bitch she kinda mean
She don't like any of you
She only f*ckin with me
I'm only f*ckin with weed
Unless you pass me the lean
Writer: John Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid