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Shame on me Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Jit Da Prince
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Demarco Mcfashion




Young Jit Da Prince - Shame on me Lyrics




Aye, Young Jit Da Prince, ayy
2.0 let's go
One thing about it, two things for sure
Im that nigga, bankrolls swole, and it won't fold

Tryna see a billi, wrist on froze, heart so cold
Bitch can't get near me, nigga think he low, show em he a hoe
Let's go get em. Too much motion, gotta keep it on me
What you wanna see? I ain't never having pressure bout a bitch

Ill let her be, all that dick riding and hating shit
Nigga that ain't P, trust a nigga that show me he was flaw
Shame on me, driving in the foreign like a caddy
Shawty ride mazi call me daddy, street raised, I dont know my daddy

Floating through the city like Aladdin, expensive fabric and my body tatted
Set the tone, yeah I set the standard, keep it on me, yeah lil' bitch I'm having
Sauced up nigga from Atlanta, hublo switch it to the Patek
Yeah I like my bitch a little ratchet, everybody wanna be the biggest

I'm bout to show you niggas who the baddest, get out your feelings, get into that bag
Pillow talking, going out, sadly niggas talking bout
Who they smashing, lying on your dick, stop capping
They say I reach my ceiling, it's the attic, ball like I'm playing for the Maverick

Chase cheese like it's for my salad, my bitch bad, should've been in pageant
I don't trust bitches, they too catty and I don't trust niggas, they be chatting
Disrespect, shit can get graphic and I ain't never pressed about no static
One thing about it, two things for sure

Im that nigga, bankroll swole and it won't fold
Tryna see a billi, wrist on froze, heart so cold, bitch can't get near me
Nigga think he low, show him he a how, let's go get em
Too much motion, gotta keep it on me, what you wanna see

I ain't never having pressure bout a bitch, I'll let her be
All that dick riding and hating shit, nigga that ain't P
Trust a nigga that showed me he would flaw, shame on me
Too much motion, gotta keep it on me, what you wanna see

I ain't never having pressure bout a bitch, I'll let her be
All that dick riding and hating shit, nigga that ain't P
Trust a nigga that showed me he would flow, shame on me
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Aye, Young Jit Da Prince, ayy
2.0 let's go
One thing about it, two things for sure
Im that nigga, bankrolls swole, and it won't fold

Tryna see a billi, wrist on froze, heart so cold
Bitch can't get near me, nigga think he low, show em he a hoe
Let's go get em. Too much motion, gotta keep it on me
What you wanna see? I ain't never having pressure bout a bitch

Ill let her be, all that dick riding and hating shit
Nigga that ain't P, trust a nigga that show me he was flaw
Shame on me, driving in the foreign like a caddy
Shawty ride mazi call me daddy, street raised, I dont know my daddy

Floating through the city like Aladdin, expensive fabric and my body tatted
Set the tone, yeah I set the standard, keep it on me, yeah lil' bitch I'm having
Sauced up nigga from Atlanta, hublo switch it to the Patek
Yeah I like my bitch a little ratchet, everybody wanna be the biggest

I'm bout to show you niggas who the baddest, get out your feelings, get into that bag
Pillow talking, going out, sadly niggas talking bout
Who they smashing, lying on your dick, stop capping
They say I reach my ceiling, it's the attic, ball like I'm playing for the Maverick

Chase cheese like it's for my salad, my bitch bad, should've been in pageant
I don't trust bitches, they too catty and I don't trust niggas, they be chatting
Disrespect, shit can get graphic and I ain't never pressed about no static
One thing about it, two things for sure

Im that nigga, bankroll swole and it won't fold
Tryna see a billi, wrist on froze, heart so cold, bitch can't get near me
Nigga think he low, show him he a how, let's go get em
Too much motion, gotta keep it on me, what you wanna see

I ain't never having pressure bout a bitch, I'll let her be
All that dick riding and hating shit, nigga that ain't P
Trust a nigga that showed me he would flaw, shame on me
Too much motion, gotta keep it on me, what you wanna see

I ain't never having pressure bout a bitch, I'll let her be
All that dick riding and hating shit, nigga that ain't P
Trust a nigga that showed me he would flow, shame on me
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Writer: Demarco Mcfashion
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