Bernard Jabs – Wesson

Wesson – Bernard Jabs
Lyrics, Letra:
Shit, tried to tell ‘em, woah! (yeah, ya dig)
Tried to tell ‘em, woah! (yeah, ya dig)
Tried to tell ‘em, woah! (what? yeah, ya dig)
Huh, aye (slatt!)
Get it, I got it, yeah (ya dig)
Get it, I got it, yeah (ya dig)
Aye, yea

I can’t get no satisfaction
Call up slime, he ‘bout that action
That bitch think she got me mad
But I won’t give her no reaction
Fuck that bitch, that be my status
You done act like nothin’ happened
Stop the look, then go back at it
We do that shit just for practice
I be stuntin’ like my daddy
Feel like Wayne, feel like Baby
This shit make you feel good
Like it’s crack in the ’80s
I’ve been working overtime
Like I’m single with a baby!
I could never trust a soul
Other than the one who raised me
All that bullshit, it don’t faze me
I be like, ‘Wait, why you do that, huh?’
Ice on me, triple OG
I feel just like my baby mom
Say you did that first
Aw nah, lil’ boy
You be lil’ stainless, son
Say you got a problem, well come here
Come get you some

With the Wesson
With the Wesson
With the Wesson
With the Wesson
Ain’t no goin’ back and forth
I got the Wesson
Ain’t no goin’ back
I hope you learned your lesson
Learned your lesson (tried to tell ‘em)
With the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
With the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
With the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
Ain’t no goin’ back and forth
I got the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
Ain’t no goin’ back
I hope you learned your lesson (tried to tell ‘em!)

I can never go without it
That bitch know too much about me
With the Wesson, like I’m Weston
I’m like one more, kemosabe
A different day, I’m movin’ different
I came William, switch to Pippen
Shawty bad, but she dumb
I just want a bitch who listen
I just want a bitch who listen
Different colors, painting pictures
You want beef, I hit your sister
You want smoke, I make it clearer
Only top when in the mirror
Only talk if you can’t hear me
Never hide when she get near me
Never hide from nothin’ peering
In LA, just like the Dodgers
She too much, I had to dodge her
Talk too much, I had to block her
Get too much, I call my partner
She want titties, call the doctor
Then make sure they heal proper
Got blue honchos in these khakis
Like I’m fuckin’ Mr. Rogers!

With the Wesson, (yah)
With the Wesson (what, hey)
With the Wesson, (what, yah)
With the Wesson (what, hey)
Ain’t no goin’ back and forth
I got the Wesson (what)
Ain’t no goin’ back
I hope you learned your lesson
Learned your lesson (tried to tell ‘em)
With the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
With the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
With the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
Ain’t no goin’ back and forth
I got the Wesson (tried to tell ‘em)
Ain’t no goin’ back
I hope you learned your lesson (tried to tell ‘em!)
With the Wesson, aye

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