Maffew Ragazino Favourite Js Lyrics
Favourite Js by Maffew Ragazino
I don't blend in, I stand out
I don't camp out, nor do lines
Just black girls that do girls
And white girls that do lines
I'm a dog, ho, do it doggy style
And my nuts hang, canine
I make phone calls, I get dirt did
I keep clean hands, I can't do time
My uncle told me jail ain't the place to be
Seven years in, and he still gotta serve thirty-three
Nonfiction, no parole, he doin' fed time
If I ever go to jail, bet a nigga make headlines
Life's a bitch but I wet mine
Got her tipsy off red wine and ate the pussy from behind
Yeah, and she loved it
Easy does it, one take, I don't punch it
One date and I'm fuckin'
When I say I got a bouquet, no, I ain't cuffin'
Bottles of Merlot Rose go by the dozen, ho
Live fast, die young
When it comes to pitchin' white
Then I nail that shit, could'a got a Cy Young
Fe Fi Fo Fum
Had the bred once, Deadstock with the key-chain since 01'
[Hook]
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
Pants saggin' as I'm walkin' through those pearly gates
Hat cocked, in some deadstock Aqua 8's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
One lit, one rolled
If she don't go both ways, no go
Ha, left with two but I showed up solo
Livin' in the fast lane but a nigga drive slow though
Yeah, fuck bitches, get pollo
Eat steak and shrimp and sip Bordeaux
Selvedge denim, Yoko Ono
Konichiwa bitches, yeah my motto
Fresh to death but I ain't takin' no press release photos
I got church at 9 A.M. Sunday
Then brunch at noon, I do Soko
My J's clean, they white and royal
My bitch bougie, my son spoiled
No squares in this inner circle
Paper gang, hard boiled
'Til death do us, my niggas loyal
My J's clean, they black and royal
Keep the pus' if that mouth awful
Ten times out of ten chance that
I'll never call you
[Hook]
I don't camp out, nor do lines
Just black girls that do girls
And white girls that do lines
I'm a dog, ho, do it doggy style
And my nuts hang, canine
I make phone calls, I get dirt did
I keep clean hands, I can't do time
My uncle told me jail ain't the place to be
Seven years in, and he still gotta serve thirty-three
Nonfiction, no parole, he doin' fed time
If I ever go to jail, bet a nigga make headlines
Life's a bitch but I wet mine
Got her tipsy off red wine and ate the pussy from behind
Yeah, and she loved it
Easy does it, one take, I don't punch it
One date and I'm fuckin'
When I say I got a bouquet, no, I ain't cuffin'
Bottles of Merlot Rose go by the dozen, ho
Live fast, die young
When it comes to pitchin' white
Then I nail that shit, could'a got a Cy Young
Fe Fi Fo Fum
Had the bred once, Deadstock with the key-chain since 01'
[Hook]
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
Pants saggin' as I'm walkin' through those pearly gates
Hat cocked, in some deadstock Aqua 8's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's
One lit, one rolled
If she don't go both ways, no go
Ha, left with two but I showed up solo
Livin' in the fast lane but a nigga drive slow though
Yeah, fuck bitches, get pollo
Eat steak and shrimp and sip Bordeaux
Selvedge denim, Yoko Ono
Konichiwa bitches, yeah my motto
Fresh to death but I ain't takin' no press release photos
I got church at 9 A.M. Sunday
Then brunch at noon, I do Soko
My J's clean, they white and royal
My bitch bougie, my son spoiled
No squares in this inner circle
Paper gang, hard boiled
'Til death do us, my niggas loyal
My J's clean, they black and royal
Keep the pus' if that mouth awful
Ten times out of ten chance that
I'll never call you
[Hook]