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letra de fuck i look like - jordan caesar

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[verse 1: jordan caesar]
now if we ain’t f-ckin’ then ima get out
i’m doing the running man challenge to yo’ b-tch house
either way it goes, i refuse to go without
and every 40 minutes i be pulling my d-ck out
and if a closed mouth don’t get fed
ima say it loud and clear, hear it is
“i want p-ssy!”
now is you is or is you ain’t gon’ feed it to me
if you let me beat it up, then ima be a bully
girl, lay it on me
my name is jordan but you can just call me, “baby stobey”
stunting like my daddy. never p-ss these b-tches to the homies
i just kobe these broads
now ask yourself, do i really seem that lonely to y’all?
i have a crowd of women waiting on snapchat after dark
who think i’m sweet whenever i take them on dates in the park
how i slide into her life and then i swing to her heart
karma’s gonna be a b-tch for all the pain that i caused
but ima be a bigger one
sending d-ck pics to yo’ b-tch on your anniversary
they don’t get much worse than me
your insults ain’t hurting me because i know them to be true
but i never play your game because, baby, i make the rules, uh
waves with the fade, but baby i got the juice, uh
slade with the blade, how easy i cut you loose, uh
they say that my brain is missing a couple screws
but the fact never changed that i ain’t missing you

[hook]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch
i’m ’bout to spend a paycheck up on my wrist
i had to get rid of these b-tches on my back
and n-gg- i’ve been getting money ever since, now
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch
i’m ’bout to spend a paycheck up on my wrist
i had to get rid of these n-gg-s on my back
and n-gg- i’ve been getting money ever since, now

[chorus: jordan caesar
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[chorus: mero]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[chorus: jordan caesar]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[chorus: collin kozola]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[x2]

[verse 2: collin kozola]
aw sh-t, a white boy is rapping again
they think i’m soft because the suburbs that i stay way up in
but that is false and i can prove it if you say that again
you could get lost by taking walks in the house i stay laid up in
i’ve broken hearts of all these b-tches, now they say their heartless
yo’ b-tch a thot, you saved her once but cannot save her again
the chains i bought are just to floss like a dentist and sh-t
my team a mob, if you forgot, i can remind you real quick

[jordan caesar]
aye girl, aye girl, make it drop to the flo’
man, all my n-gg-s with these b-tches steady lobbin’ these hoes
never me, i never p-ss it, call “no cobs” on these hoes

[mero]
don’t leave after s-x, i call the cops on these hoes
lil mama a drama queen, give lil mama a show
’cause she’ll drop it low for you and everybody you know
and everybody they know, and everybody they know

[jordan caesar]
and everybody we know
gon’ know you got that deep throat
and that you got that wet wet
might swim and go find nemo
might have to just go deebo
or maybe incognito
just to protect my ego
she tuggin’ on my chinos
i shoot my shot like free throws
it’s in the bag like cheetos
and i don’t ever mind
get my d-ck sucked and never tell the guys
trust me, dog, it happens all the time, i just don’t televise
if she not about that life then maybe we can improvise
dry humpin’ d-mn near f-ckin’
hard as f-ck, i’m d-mn near bussin’
feeling you but feeling nothing

[mero]
feeling cute with that poker face. better stop the bluffin’
put you on mute, poke her face, tryna pop somethin’
f-ck a date, put my meatloaf in your hot oven
she got a hot box. aye, a fertile furnace
f-cking hot shots, well, i hope they burnin’
yeah, while i’m earnin’
money and losing trust. she said b-tch is such
a disrespectful word, so i won’t say nothing
and kick you to the curb. she say i got some nerve
but i don’t feel sh-t. before i lose this urge
come here real quick
you want a spot on my bench, but you can’t fit the roster
she call me a hoe, ’cause this d-ck is gonna cost her
f-ck i look like? a boss who ain’t boss up?
f-ck i look like? a loser who just lost ya?
saying you’re a dime, you’re not even a toss up
like a yard sale, i’m giving it all up and i give no f-cks

[hook]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch
i’m ’bout to spend a paycheck up on my wrist
i had to get rid of these b-tches on my back
and n-gg- i’ve been getting money ever since, now
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch
i’m ’bout to spend a paycheck up on my wrist
i had to get rid of these n-gg-s on my back
and n-gg- i’ve been getting money ever since, now

[chorus: jordan caesar
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[chorus: mero]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[chorus: jordan caesar]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[chorus: collin kozola]
f-ck i look like cryin’ ’bout a b-tch now

[x2]

- jordan caesar

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