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I Video (MV)




Performed By: JUS RE$i
Length: 3:29
Written by: Kyle Hawkins




JUS RE$i - I Lyrics




I
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Cop shit, cop whips
Browse like dot com
That is your bitch
I took her home
Cash like slit wrist
Suicide on the doors
When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I get chips no frito

Stand by me
I am not Ben E
She want king
So she can take the laurels
Rest on thousand count sheets
What I smoke, OG
How I go, odee
What they not, that's me

Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I get chips no frito

Dirty on it
Dirty hold it
Up to the light
It's glowin'
I can't catch no break
I can't throw no fit
I just wanna kick back
Get back, Liu Kang
Got a lil bitch
She can get that
Dirty on me
And the weed smell keep that
I cannot see
But I keep that mismatch
She was on all fours
But she stand like five feet
She gave me applause
It was all behind she
When it's 'bout this money
It be super grimy
When I'm out in person
They be so benignly
I'm in the cut
Look but don't touch
School buses on me
But it's the middle of summer
Excuse me
But she think I'm dumber
This is me at baseline
I know this is lust
So I need some face time

I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Cop shit, cop whips
Browse like dot com
That is your bitch
I took her home
Cash like, slit wrist
Suicide on the doors
When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I get chips no frito

I was on so many things
That I can't hear
When you come around
I swear you do appeal
I could be your weapon
Be my smith and heal
Walk with Smith and Wesson
Keep that shit from here
I just get it quick
So it don't feel to real
30 what I eat
It keep me full, it feed
Ce la vi
Shine like V's
Outta sight
Outta mind
Wondering how it'd feel
From the looks aside
Hoodie on look like
I can't see my hair's not tied
Get back here
Gotta show
Super dumb
I'll be fine tonight
And if I just
Go to bed
Cause I know
That it's all in head
I just wish
That it was automatic
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I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Cop shit, cop whips
Browse like dot com
That is your bitch
I took her home
Cash like slit wrist
Suicide on the doors
When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I get chips no frito

Stand by me
I am not Ben E
She want king
So she can take the laurels
Rest on thousand count sheets
What I smoke, OG
How I go, odee
What they not, that's me

Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I get chips no frito

Dirty on it
Dirty hold it
Up to the light
It's glowin'
I can't catch no break
I can't throw no fit
I just wanna kick back
Get back, Liu Kang
Got a lil bitch
She can get that
Dirty on me
And the weed smell keep that
I cannot see
But I keep that mismatch
She was on all fours
But she stand like five feet
She gave me applause
It was all behind she
When it's 'bout this money
It be super grimy
When I'm out in person
They be so benignly
I'm in the cut
Look but don't touch
School buses on me
But it's the middle of summer
Excuse me
But she think I'm dumber
This is me at baseline
I know this is lust
So I need some face time

I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Cop shit, cop whips
Browse like dot com
That is your bitch
I took her home
Cash like, slit wrist
Suicide on the doors
When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I get chips no frito

I was on so many things
That I can't hear
When you come around
I swear you do appeal
I could be your weapon
Be my smith and heal
Walk with Smith and Wesson
Keep that shit from here
I just get it quick
So it don't feel to real
30 what I eat
It keep me full, it feed
Ce la vi
Shine like V's
Outta sight
Outta mind
Wondering how it'd feel
From the looks aside
Hoodie on look like
I can't see my hair's not tied
Get back here
Gotta show
Super dumb
I'll be fine tonight
And if I just
Go to bed
Cause I know
That it's all in head
I just wish
That it was automatic
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Writer: Kyle Hawkins
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