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letra de what's ya name? - jayessy

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[verse 1]
i seen a bad b-tch with some dreadlocks
make all the thoughts in my head stop
said, “lord, i’m tryna knock it out the park like the red sox”
complexed ’bout
any way that i could make her bed rock
’cause she got my ass in a headlock
like fred & wilma off the flintstones
chest like pillows
type to get a n-gga sh-t going

“you got a man?”
i got some plans
that’s way darker than my skin tone
’cause i’ll turn this b-tch into a widow

then, four months later
run into her
and ask, “what you wanna get into?”
man, i already know all of her info
came up off a skid row
walk into that spot
and get your sh-t stole
so maybe she’ll f-ck with me if my wrist froze
day aftеr that
i booked ’bout six shows
told her my name, jay
shе started l!cking her lips slowly
“i know i’m in there.”

i started getting to spitballing
i couldn’t tell if it was me or my d-ck talking
i told her i make songs
that’s way hotter than july

“she started laughing a lil bit — i’m like, what the f-ck?”

i said, “i’m not kidding with you
like a b-tch that got her tubes tied”
you’ll find
i’m the hottest since that guy out ’05
with backpacks and stacked raps
that told me i could touch the sky
i flip tracks
like flapjacks
and if you ever wonder why
ma ain’t never really had nothing
told me when i was younger
make my name mean something

but
i’m tryna learn ’bout how you stuntin’
5’4
know what you batting them eyes for
i seen you from behind earlier
and, my lord
that’s some sh-t that a n-gga die for
or cry for
make him ask himself what am i for
the thighs on you
make a n-gga do a triathlon
got my sh-t harder than a bath bomb
but nah
lemme slow down a bit if that’s wrong
i’m tryna know —
what’s the number on you?

’cause word to jah
essy tryna do a number on you
i know you got these other n-ggas and the summer on you
but i could make it rain bands
i go dummy
and i’m only getting dumber after dumber, n-gga
so lemme know what’s the word
’cause n-gga i’m the sh-t like a plumber
so you gon’ lemme treat you how you deserve
got you that tennis bracelet
you, serena, how you serve

look
in this world of pervs & murderers
i’m a n-gga tryna let you get yours
your past n-ggas got you unsure
but i’m a n-gga tryna help you get yours
lemme help you get yours

[outro]
oh yeah
i forgot to ask you what your name is

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