Jay Rock, Bongo ByTheWay – Still That Way (Lyrics)

Jay Rock, Bongo ByTheWay – Still That Way ( Lyrics ) Letra JayRockVEVO Jay Rock, Bongo ByTheWay – Still That Way ( Lyrics )
Came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way
Been a long way
Real real long way
And it’s still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way
Nigga still broad day
Nigga live that way
Nigga drill that way

Came a long way
Real long way
Been a long way
Real long way
And it’s still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way
Still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way

East Side Johnny
Pull up with the mob
Nigga real John Gotti
Grinding from the bottom
Blood on my hands
Ain’t no dirt on my body
Whip big body
Spin a block
Get a bill
Real big problem
Whole lot of priors
Bitch that’s something
You don’t know nothing bout it
Still that way
You niggas ain’t built that way
I been Martin Payne
Wave the kay in broad day
Really short fuse
Bitch I done had a long day
Body like wow
Ass like damn
Head like wait

You know I’m in east side nigga big TDE steppa hoe rep that
Top dawg since top ramen now steak and lobster where the shrimp at
Big strap
Put a ribbon on itget you gift wrapped
Bet that
Real nigga never switched that

Came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way
Been a long way
Real real long way
And it’s still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way
Nigga still broad day
Nigga live that way
Nigga drill that way

Came a long way
Real long way
Been a long way
Real long way
And it’s still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way
Still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way

Woo woo woo
This not not a drill
Bucket of ice on me how should I chill
Scope in your mouth nigga watch how I kill
Know how I’m rocking you know how I’m built
Still in the trenches we out in the field
If she in her bag then it’s Prada Chanel
The booty is fake but she popping for real

Still that way
Run up if you feel that way
You can get this work
But the work don’t ship
Cause it really don’t seal that way
Seen a whole lot of rappers
Done a whole lot of capping
Niggas get chipped like ice
The price just went up
Them checks come down from talking that spice
Talk to me nice bitch

You know I’m in east side nigga big TDE steppa hoe rep that
Top dawg since top ramen now steak and lobster where the shrimp at
Big strap
Put a ribbon on itget you gift wrapped
Bet that
Real nigga never switched that

Came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way
Been a long way
Real real long way
And it’s still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way
Nigga still broad day
Nigga live that way
Nigga drill that way

Came a long way
Real long way
Been a long way
Real long way
And it’s still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way
Still that way
Still that way
Nigga still that way

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Jay Rock, Ab-Soul – Blowfly Lyrics

Jay Rock, Ab-Soul – Blowfly ( Lyrics ) Letra JayRock Jay Rock, Ab-Soul – Blowfly ( Lyrics )
Look
Look

In a two-tone Winnebago smoking fuego
And I’m shooting that shit with them old heads, what’s the play, though?
Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos
Left them inside the whip with a substance like Ragu
It’s up, then it’s stuck, it ain’t moving like a statue
Welcome to LA, better get at us before we get at you
Now watch your back, niggas’ll drive through like fast food
Cash rules, they prone to go nuts like cashews
They ask you where you from, where your mama, where your son
Where your wallet, where your gun, what’s the problem? That’s the slums, nigga
Uh, Watts, nigga
I’ll dim the light bulb over your top, don’t play dumb, nigga

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I’m getting rich
Yeah, yeah
I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I’m getting rich
Yeah, yeah

I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me
We finna be counting up somewhere in the Airbnb
After we smoke, we gon’ meditate for the energy
I promise not to give you a hard time like the DMV
Just hard rock, all up in them guts, make your heart stop
Bring it back to life in the back seat of this hard top
The rose, bitch, hitting corners, bitch, getting ghosted
Sent out a post quick, we out here lit, you better watch your bitch
And after all that, I gotta vanish like a
Message ‘bout to self-destruct, shit, don’t even panic
I gotta get back to the gravel, the turf, the granite
Don’t take nothing for granted, still go back how I manage

I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I’m getting rich
Yeah, yeah
I got a blunt, I need a Bic, I got a opp, I need the blick
She got some ass, she gets the stick, I got a bag, I’m getting rich
Yeah, yeah, nigga
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Jay Rock, Anderson .Paak, Latto – Too Fast (Pull Over) Lyrics

Jay Rock, Anderson .Paak, Latto – Too Fast (Pull Over) Lyrics , Letra JayRockVEVOYeah
Mami, mami
Ay dios mío, mami
Yeah
Ay dios mío, mami!

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain’t never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you’re ‘posed to do
No stress when I’m checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Six trey, rag top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae
niggas acting can animated, I might have to draw the weapon
On the set, send a stepper up the stairway to heaven, I’m a vet
Put up pole dancer in a Mercedes, she want watch P Valley and go half on a baby
I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don’t get out pocket

Yep, yeah, you don’t want that
It’s giving what’s giving, no kizzy
I ain’t never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch
Swinging 1942 like a baseball bat
I send ‘em home running
The brain ain’t grade A, I don’t know nothing
niggas talking heavy, this a feather on my wing
VVS diamond, Eastside, Johnny, I’m him
I mean—

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Latto
Sitting behind five percent tint
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent
We ain’t blood, we ain’t kin, don’t be be calling me, “Sis”
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent
Latto not a little one
Bitches want a come up, ain’t gon give ‘em one
Pull up in the skrrt, then I pull off in a different one
A bigger one, expensive one, a Lamb-ie or something
Put a switch on that ass like a granny or something

niggas getting knocked out, signed to RCA but I be feeling like a Top Dawg
Probably getting topped off somewhere where with the top off
Never did the talking, always been the one they talk ‘bout
Pull over, that ass too fat
Fuck ‘em good, pat myself on the back
It’s a hell of a cat, no scatt
I look like a Barbie, act just like a brat

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Makaveli, pack a valley
I done died and went to heaven
Came back in the 1963 Chevy with gold Pirellis
I just wanted something better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table
Ain’t shit you can tell me
Baby, I’m a whole problem
Put a lotta people on
Gotta keep a, keep a round
Don’t panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up

I was up dumb late, waiting for a bag, chasing
A birdie on my shoulder told me, “Slow up
It’s about patience”
Fourth quarter, throwing lobs out of desperation
I was lost, nigga
That’s why I love you, girl
I swear to God
Pour the SelvaRey all on you, girl
Let’s go

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain’t never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you’re ‘posed to do
No stress when I’m checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

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Lyrics Jay Rock ft. Kal Banx – Eastside

Jay Rock ft. Kal Banx – Eastside (Official Music Video) Lyrics
Eastside got that dope
Bitch, I’m serving it
Bent GT, I’m swerving it
Tell me what’s the word, little bitch
Fuck what you heard and shit
Hood tatt on me permanent
Where you from? Ain’t heard of it
Show me ‘fore you owe me, little hoe

We ain’t bool, bitch
Fuck with me, my mood switch
Shit
Whoop a nigga ass till my hand hurt
Pull that yappa out and see who legs work
Eastside be the Mecca
Bitch, don’t ever get it backwards

Eastside like to paint
Eastside got that dope
Eastside like to drank
Eastside fucked your hoe
This ain’t what you think
This ain’t what you want
Eastside on the gang
Eastside do the most

Eastside like to paint
Eastside got that dope
Eastside like to drank
Eastside fucked your hoe
This ain’t what you think
This ain’t what you want
Eastside on the gang
Eastside do the most

Okay
Bitch, it’s no surprise
Eastside know the vibes
Get down on them knees
Look me in my eyes
If you make it rise
I’m gon’ do my job
If it’s smelling good
I might eat you out

I can whip it, I can drive it
Depending on her mileage
I’m passenger in her rocket
Get head on autopilot, yeah
Beefin’ over hoes
Oh no, I don’t want no problemo
Push me to the limit
I jump out and show you my demo

Eastside like to paint
Eastside got that dope
Eastside like to drank
Eastside fucked your hoe
This ain’t what you think
This ain’t what you want
Eastside on the gang
Eastside do the most

Eastside like to paint
Eastside got that dope
Eastside like to drank
Eastside fucked your hoe
This ain’t what you think
This ain’t what you want
Eastside on the gang
Eastside do the most
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