Next up put it on set
Told the bitch I only need head, no sex
Yea, Shit ain't working out bow flex
Nah... she jus wanna cause more stress
Prolly in the drop getting top from your ex bitch
Rolling like she jus popped an x
I just get guap blew it all on a necklace
Told 'em just do it it ain't nothing but a check
Word to Travvy I'm in sicko mode
I get thick ole hoes, I been broke and still I get all those, bitches always chose
Blowin smoke I keep the window closed,
Feel it in my soul
You don't wanna feel no press, just keep it real nothing less
Hater looking like a layup get your weight up ah
VVS the f*ckin chain up that shit ain't a prob
Bad bitch jus wanna layup she say imma boss
Told her baby don't you wait up I ain't on the clock
Next up put it on set
Told the bitch I only need head, no sex
Yea, Shit ain't working out bow flex
Nah... she jus wanna cause more stress
Whoa,, I ain't got time for the extra shit don't mess up this whole sesh
Bring 2 dimes and an extra bitch in case I need more neck
Me no see those diet keto rappers Nino status
Think he Vito talk is cheap tho see bro we won't have it
Lose your cool get found like Nemo we don't need no static
I ain't really claim to be no G though but keep sneakin we see about it
Caddy you can't see inside it, big body bitch shit I love how she ride it
I can't decide if I wanna be conscious or say f*ck everything conscience
And jus go, f*ck it sell my soul
We already Ghost's, I need more
Used to drive Accord I think I need the ghost
Yes of course, ballin just a sport, I don't leave the court
F*ck a break, till my ankles break, I can't play it safe
Get the cake, f*ck it get the cake, throw it in the bank
It's ok, f*ck it let 'em hate we everything they ain't
(Chorus)
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J/G - WEIGHT UP Lyrics
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Next up put it on set
Told the bitch I only need head, no sex
Yea, Shit ain't working out bow flex
Nah... she jus wanna cause more stress
Prolly in the drop getting top from your ex bitch
Rolling like she jus popped an x
I just get guap blew it all on a necklace
Told 'em just do it it ain't nothing but a check
Word to Travvy I'm in sicko mode
I get thick ole hoes, I been broke and still I get all those, bitches always chose
Blowin smoke I keep the window closed,
Feel it in my soul
You don't wanna feel no press, just keep it real nothing less
Hater looking like a layup get your weight up ah
VVS the f*ckin chain up that shit ain't a prob
Bad bitch jus wanna layup she say imma boss
Told her baby don't you wait up I ain't on the clock
Next up put it on set
Told the bitch I only need head, no sex
Yea, Shit ain't working out bow flex
Nah... she jus wanna cause more stress
Whoa,, I ain't got time for the extra shit don't mess up this whole sesh
Bring 2 dimes and an extra bitch in case I need more neck
Me no see those diet keto rappers Nino status
Think he Vito talk is cheap tho see bro we won't have it
Lose your cool get found like Nemo we don't need no static
I ain't really claim to be no G though but keep sneakin we see about it
Caddy you can't see inside it, big body bitch shit I love how she ride it
I can't decide if I wanna be conscious or say f*ck everything conscience
And jus go, f*ck it sell my soul
We already Ghost's, I need more
Used to drive Accord I think I need the ghost
Yes of course, ballin just a sport, I don't leave the court
F*ck a break, till my ankles break, I can't play it safe
Get the cake, f*ck it get the cake, throw it in the bank
It's ok, f*ck it let 'em hate we everything they ain't
(Chorus)
Told the bitch I only need head, no sex
Yea, Shit ain't working out bow flex
Nah... she jus wanna cause more stress
Prolly in the drop getting top from your ex bitch
Rolling like she jus popped an x
I just get guap blew it all on a necklace
Told 'em just do it it ain't nothing but a check
Word to Travvy I'm in sicko mode
I get thick ole hoes, I been broke and still I get all those, bitches always chose
Blowin smoke I keep the window closed,
Feel it in my soul
You don't wanna feel no press, just keep it real nothing less
Hater looking like a layup get your weight up ah
VVS the f*ckin chain up that shit ain't a prob
Bad bitch jus wanna layup she say imma boss
Told her baby don't you wait up I ain't on the clock
Next up put it on set
Told the bitch I only need head, no sex
Yea, Shit ain't working out bow flex
Nah... she jus wanna cause more stress
Whoa,, I ain't got time for the extra shit don't mess up this whole sesh
Bring 2 dimes and an extra bitch in case I need more neck
Me no see those diet keto rappers Nino status
Think he Vito talk is cheap tho see bro we won't have it
Lose your cool get found like Nemo we don't need no static
I ain't really claim to be no G though but keep sneakin we see about it
Caddy you can't see inside it, big body bitch shit I love how she ride it
I can't decide if I wanna be conscious or say f*ck everything conscience
And jus go, f*ck it sell my soul
We already Ghost's, I need more
Used to drive Accord I think I need the ghost
Yes of course, ballin just a sport, I don't leave the court
F*ck a break, till my ankles break, I can't play it safe
Get the cake, f*ck it get the cake, throw it in the bank
It's ok, f*ck it let 'em hate we everything they ain't
(Chorus)
Writer: JOSHUA JAMES GEIGER, MARCUS NATHANIEL JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave