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Jace

Jace or Jayse is a masculine given name, often a shortened version of Jason. more »

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Man, this nigga got me weirdly bent

Ayy, niggas got me bent, straddling the fence
That's what your ass get for not making sense
Later, bitch
I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit
They like, "dang, where you get all that game?"
Born and raised in it
I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it
If it's funk, pull up at your door
Bitch, we catering
Countin' bread in between her legs, while she play with it

I was getting glorious gawk-gawk from a Gloria
Too many drunken nights at the Waldorf Historia
Pull them to the side
The panties was from Victoria
Pussy give me drive for the future like DeLoreans
Dreaming of dating Zendaya, watching Euphoria
We both from The Town, its levels she many stories up
Way too horny of a Warrior, I'm a whore-ior
Niggas copy what I did but always do it cornier
Cartiers on my cornea, I'm not a normie, bruh
Bitches wanna hold me back, never wanna hold me up
Texting GOATs like "ain't no fucking way he know me, bruh"
What the f*ck he say? Matter fact, he trying to hoe me, bruh
I can't let them get put me in my feelings, throwing stone me up
Stone Island coat, Stone Cold stunner on a slut
I was rock hard getting sucked at my opp's, candle light
No shame, it was fun
They say, keep your enemies close to the front
So I found every zero, now I'll always be the one

Ayy, niggas got me bent, straddling the fence
That's what your ass get for not making sense
Later, bitch
I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit
They like, "dang, where you get all that game?"
Born and raised in it
I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it
If it's funk, pull up at your door
Bitch, we catering
Countin' bread in between her legs, while she play with it

She a Wilhelmina model, I took that ho to Popeyes
She a rich bitch, but I'm still gon' feed her hot fries
Most these rappers chicken, I'm ready with the pot pies
I knew I took his chick, the key is that we locked eyes
I'm ready for whatever like white women up in Clueless
The flow ain't have a tutor, so you know the shit is stupid
All my niggas shooting off the love, like they Cupid
All young niggas young but they ain't thug, so what you doing?
Bitch, I'm in Bape from 2008
9:15, all my money straight
I'm feeling myself, don't gotta masturbate
I'm eating, I won't pass the plate
Since my Grandma passed away
I been on these hoes just like birth control
Yeah, that pussy fire but it isn't worth a Birkin though
Niggas switching sides, I-D-K which one they working though
Niggas wanna play until the motherfuckin' curtain close
I been payin' all homage to my OGs
Said she likes to smoke but she couldn't really roll weed
When she lick me up, she on both knees
When I catch her out, I'm like, "ho, please"

Ayy, niggas got me bent, straddling the fence
That's what your ass get for not making sense
Later, bitch
I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit
They like, "dang, where you get all that game?"
Born and raised in it
I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it
If it's funk, pull up at your door
Bitch, we catering
Countin' bread in between her legs, while she play with it, ayy

Are we good James Delguapo?

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