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letra de on my mind - j.y.

[j.y. intro]

bruh, i don’t care what no n-gga say
if he ain’t thinkin’ about no p-ssy bout least 3 or 4 times out the day
man he like the other side
i don’t care how much money you getting n-gga, i don’t give a f-ck
at all, j

[j.y. first verse]
yeah, i been working all, day so i’m off that sh-t bro
seat recline in the whip so i sit low, with patron no chase so i sip slow
pac man yeah i get ghost, red bone on my d-ck and she sit close
shades on bossed up like i’m rick ross, e pill got me jumping like i’m kriss kross/
lift off, yeah i’m on one, nice legs yeah i’m looking for the long ones
want love? baby girl got the wrong one, marathon d-ck go for the long run, want some?
hm, i supply that,(lean) sleep over? nah b-tch don’t try that (lean)
when that drink all done and that nut go (lean), call your friend cause you gone need a ride back, home/
that’s crazy right? skin yellow but these hoes don’t take me light
my spit game sicker than a rabie bite, i bust kids with her tongue as my baby wipes
she wanna stay the night, go home cause you got a man
and plus me cuffing you is just not the plan, so go back to your hubby before you pay the price/
and i’m gone, i’m right back in my zone
why these hoes want all the credit, every time they get me alone, gone
i’m on, i’m right back in my zone
why these hoes want all the credit, every time they get me alone, gone/

[hook]
b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches b-tches on my mind
(cause i got)
b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches b-tches on my mind
(cause i got)
b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches b-tches on my mind
(cause i got)
b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches on my mind, b-tches b-tches on my mind
(cause i got)

[j.y. second verse]
pop that -ss make that p-ssy do a semi flip
she want somethin’ to eat, but that b-tch ain’t worth a denny’s trip
i henny sip, my black and my blue penny’s with
my fitted and my black tee, talkin’ p-ssy out of any b-tch/
i’m turnt up, two l’s now i burnt up
look playboy better tuck your girl, i still see n-ggas ain’t learn much
game so sick i’m germed up, but my d-ck clean as h-ll
but these hoes always saying that i’m mean as h-ll, and i think i’m all that, no kenan kel/
but, you right ho, i’m f-cked up, but no typo
she wanna ride me all night though, had to put my d-ck on geico
i’m psycho, i’m psycho, i’m ridin’ round here with my eyes closed
condoms on my beef wrapped, that’s just how this gyro/
so what’s ya name? you gonna f-ck or not, b-tch f-ck the game
if i f-ck the tw-t, you gone bust a lot, cause these lame -ss n-ggas all f-ck the same
you don’t trust a lot, don’t love a lot, and don’t rush a lot, b-tch what a shame
sh-t i must of popped, cause i f-ck a lot, though i love these hoes they just the same, ah!

[hook]

- j y

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