The Prophet (feat. IndigoVon)
Jefe Beats
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Issa Jefe Beat Straight out the four nigga Jefe and Von link up, that's two in a row nigga (It's Von) TP down the lane, to win the game That's how I float nigga (On God) Creepin' low, tool in yo momma garden That's a hoe nigga Why you chasin' clout Bitch, don't come out yo house (Switch) He flexin' outta town, but in his city he ain't no one (Nah) He slide on younger shordies, cause he lame but they don't know that (At all) I slid all on his sister, couldn't help it was so phat She told me pull her hair and get to squeezin' where her throat at I find peace out in the sticks, I think that's where I'll move the fam Get to tweakin' in these parts, you probably won't be seen again One wrong turn, ain't no lights and then the area get dark You hear so many pops and sounds, you'd think you fucked with Tony Stark Yeah they caught him and he gone, I can't lie I won't apart of that I'm an entertainer, catch a case it ain't no coming back He movin' like a sloth, he drink the wockie like it's Slim Fast Crash dummy, he'll risk everything to make some quick cash All he want is money just to flex and bring the hoes near Nothing useful here, it's just designer shoes and clothes here Been slimy since a jit, so just be careful what you post here I got goals too, you in a cycle goin' nowhere Okay where is Jefe Beats I gotta pull up to the seven huh Lock you in the stu and try to put some shit together, huh I hop on these beats you take my words and make 'em better, huh If you can't hear or see this shit you gotta feel like Hellen Keller, huh Bop yeah, stop yeah Get into this groove bitch Inside cozy white, she drippin' blue I call her cool whip My point finger and thumb rest in my pocket Like a pool stick Lately I been nervous about my clique and who to move with The love come with hate Somebody want you pushin' tulips She topped me then she told, I can't lie she had some loose lips City full of steppers, like the Thetas, don't get boomed Can't walk through every door and I can't be in every room She lovin' me so much, she eat it through the Fruit of Looms Somebody hit my line they need a feature on a tune Kid Cudi on these tracks, I'll probably send you to the moon Her momma freakin' and I'm on my MF like I'm Doom All he want is power, just to flex and bring the city out Nothing useful here, he's a druggie sluttin' diddies out Yeah I went to school, but either way I took the paper route He said he show no love, okay let's see I'm bout to take her out Shawty ludicrous, she ain't my peace She been disturbin' it Small and thin but when she arch her back It look the curviest She like when I slow down and get extensive with my verbiage Remember way back when I had relationships with various Women on my line who probably think I should of married them Old friends, talking down, acting like I carried them 30 before 30 just in case I need to Curry some I'm ducked off with the fam Sometimes this rap shit can get worrisome Jesus led with love And they still crucified and buried him
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