Brought a 40, laid low, down
At 49 mic in a vice, through
The night, In the rest room
Type for the heist
When It Ripe, I suggest food
Fight for yo life, for it swiped
By the vest blues, strike did the
Knight, for the Christ
I don't Get Dude
Runneth over, absolutely none
I confess to, bet he talk, any cop
He don't know no pressure
Petty thoughts, friendly opp
And claim he know no better
Done war, bet I f*ck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit no doubt
They'd go dumb for seems
I'm really watching what I'm
Eating, what I touch raw
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all
The crew, that's the truth
Get yo hands off Remi in the
Booth put them motherf*cking
Hands to the ceiling, Remi
Got a grudge and crawling up
Neat, like I'm talling up
Leave ye ain't tall enough
Freak how she holding up
Slipping shawty, shaking naked
Pictures on my screen, slop't
The top when her jaw dropped
Looking at me different, when
I'm in it, and I hit the guts
Shawty wanna ride it, while im
Dealing with the indica
Hot flows scold range coals
On a mild day God gave code
They ain't know kinda sideways
Ain't no need for tripping
Practise patience develop
Hindsight, read it different
Ain't no victims
Just get yo mind right
Done war, bet I f*ck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit no doubt
They'd go dumb for seems
I'm really watching what I'm
Eating, what I touch raw
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all
The crew, that's the truth
Get yo hands off Remi in the
Booth put them motherf*cking
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new truth
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new dude
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new truth
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new dude
This ain't new dude
Bet they shoot through
This ain't new truth
Hear that whoop whoop
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Jae Remi - Uproar Lyrics
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Brought a 40, laid low, down
At 49 mic in a vice, through
The night, In the rest room
Type for the heist
When It Ripe, I suggest food
Fight for yo life, for it swiped
By the vest blues, strike did the
Knight, for the Christ
I don't Get Dude
Runneth over, absolutely none
I confess to, bet he talk, any cop
He don't know no pressure
Petty thoughts, friendly opp
And claim he know no better
Done war, bet I f*ck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit no doubt
They'd go dumb for seems
I'm really watching what I'm
Eating, what I touch raw
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all
The crew, that's the truth
Get yo hands off Remi in the
Booth put them motherf*cking
Hands to the ceiling, Remi
Got a grudge and crawling up
Neat, like I'm talling up
Leave ye ain't tall enough
Freak how she holding up
Slipping shawty, shaking naked
Pictures on my screen, slop't
The top when her jaw dropped
Looking at me different, when
I'm in it, and I hit the guts
Shawty wanna ride it, while im
Dealing with the indica
Hot flows scold range coals
On a mild day God gave code
They ain't know kinda sideways
Ain't no need for tripping
Practise patience develop
Hindsight, read it different
Ain't no victims
Just get yo mind right
Done war, bet I f*ck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit no doubt
They'd go dumb for seems
I'm really watching what I'm
Eating, what I touch raw
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all
The crew, that's the truth
Get yo hands off Remi in the
Booth put them motherf*cking
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new truth
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new dude
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new truth
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new dude
This ain't new dude
Bet they shoot through
This ain't new truth
Hear that whoop whoop
At 49 mic in a vice, through
The night, In the rest room
Type for the heist
When It Ripe, I suggest food
Fight for yo life, for it swiped
By the vest blues, strike did the
Knight, for the Christ
I don't Get Dude
Runneth over, absolutely none
I confess to, bet he talk, any cop
He don't know no pressure
Petty thoughts, friendly opp
And claim he know no better
Done war, bet I f*ck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit no doubt
They'd go dumb for seems
I'm really watching what I'm
Eating, what I touch raw
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all
The crew, that's the truth
Get yo hands off Remi in the
Booth put them motherf*cking
Hands to the ceiling, Remi
Got a grudge and crawling up
Neat, like I'm talling up
Leave ye ain't tall enough
Freak how she holding up
Slipping shawty, shaking naked
Pictures on my screen, slop't
The top when her jaw dropped
Looking at me different, when
I'm in it, and I hit the guts
Shawty wanna ride it, while im
Dealing with the indica
Hot flows scold range coals
On a mild day God gave code
They ain't know kinda sideways
Ain't no need for tripping
Practise patience develop
Hindsight, read it different
Ain't no victims
Just get yo mind right
Done war, bet I f*ck It up
And screaming, dumb whore
Blunt spark, when I'm headed
Out, better run forrest
Done for, did it wit no doubt
They'd go dumb for seems
I'm really watching what I'm
Eating, what I touch raw
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all
The crew, that's the truth
Get yo hands off Remi in the
Booth put them motherf*cking
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new truth
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new dude
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new truth
Hands up high like a
Sirens whoop whoop
Bet they shoot through
All y'all groups troops
This ain't new dude
This ain't new dude
Bet they shoot through
This ain't new truth
Hear that whoop whoop
Writer: Jerome Samuels
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