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Boysareout

by JAMMY

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1.
Bestie 01:40
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No that’s not bitch that’s my mother fuckin’ bestie We stayed T’d up Like her bag rocking Telfie Pull up to the crib Curve them niggas if you love me She got clear skin So you know it’s giving acne Pull up to the crib and You know it’s giving fuck me Tell me all your secrets you Girl know you can trust me Tell me who your favorite if it’s not me? Hit the store we gon’ ball like it’s Britney Phone on TNT So I keep it DND Wanna to fuck PND Ain’t no pics on TMZ You freak then let me see Like what come right after “B” We gon fuck and keep it p We take flights right over seas I’m T’d up tripping like Ibiza Same bitch You know I had to re-up Seaside Mix it with tequila Get high Fuck her with her feet up No that’s not bitch that’s my mother fuckin’ bestie We stayed t’d up Like her bag rocking Telfie Pull up to crib Curve them niggas if you love me She got clear skin So you know it’s giving acne Pull up to the crib and You know it’s giving fuck me Tell me all your secrets you Girl know you can trust me Tell me who your favorite if it’s not me? Hit the store we gon’ ball like it’s Britney We gon’ ball like it’s Britney
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Jammy & P-Lo 02:29
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Damn they got my patience running low Rather see me fold than see me grow Don’t know if they friends or if they foes But I’m still up either way it goes Aye yeah They keep trying me Keep trying me Yeah They keep trying me Keep trying me Aye They keep trying me Keep trying me Yeah They keep trying me Keep trying me She look bad and bougie Call her Uzi Send my shot We been round the town We round the city Round the block I already know that you an opp You just wanna sit around and smoke and talk We can’t speak unless it’s ‘bout the guap I ain’t got time for it No watch I rock solo like the cup That bitch bad but I won’t Fuck I got the bread with no budget huh You wanna stop it you couldn’t huh Been peep the way that they moving huh You ain’t stop nothin’ we mobbing huh No we not fam we not cousins huh Hop in the whip and push buttons huh? What they want from a nigga? Send shots like a trigger Been goated in my city you can you see it when up And they say allot shit go silent when we pull up We been grinding nigga we ain’t really trying trust luck Your bitch wanna kick it like soccer Got it on lock like a Rasta huh Chefing up cooking up pasta plates Like L’Oréal baby I need me some face Damn they got my patience running low Rather see me fold then see me grow Don’t know if they friends or if they foes But I’m still up either way it go Aye They keep trying me Keep trying me Yeah They keep trying me Keep trying me Aye They keep trying me Keep trying me Yeah They keep trying me Keep trying me
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Wait 02:03
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Working working working On a day shift my dear She’s that super thicky pretty bitch She play here my dear I’m not tryna be the reason You can’t stay here my dear I got something in your head That’s the game here my boy aye Shawty gettin’ pressed like her nails did I am not impressed who your friends is I ain’t got no BMs no Benz’s I can’t move with you You’re too careless Look I’m still bagging bitches in these dirty vans aye yeah Stepping on these roaches like I’m Stunna man aye yeah I been getting bands since I was a Jid aye yeah I been getting a bands since I was a Jid aye yeah Take the new whip Let it skrrt out on blocks Ayee Heard she wanna talk Not too much just want top aye Keep that shit a buck like the change in my wallet She asked me if I love her man i told that girl “Jammy what the Fuck” Take the new whip Let it skrrt out on blocks aye Heard she wanna talk Not too much just want top aye Keep that shit a buck like the change in my wallet She asked me if I love her man i told that girl Stop that shit I just mind business Ain’t no tripping on my pimpin’ I’m on your side Lemme slide Bring the dogs in Ask me where I been like the whip I finna dodge it Stepping ten ten toes Breaking hearts It’s just the process She say that I’m childish The whip ain’t got insurance And we still finna swing it Like it’s Will and Jada’s marriage Cruising riding solo in your section send the address And I ain’t got no time if we just kickin’ it on your matters Take the new whip Let it skrrt out on blocks aye Heard she wanna talk Not too much just want top aye Keep that shit a buck like the change in my wallet She asked me if I love her man i told that girl “Jammy what the Fuck” Take the new whip Let it skrrt out on blocks aye Heard she wanna talk Not too much just want top aye Keep that shit a buck like the change in my wallet She asked me if I love her man i told that girl Wait
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Afters (feat. Nate Curry) 02:28
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She’s gon’ call me when she’s not too busy She went out got tipsy Now she come back to me all alone Ain’t trippin’ if he go and buy you drinks at the club You just came have drinks let that man spend a dub I ain’t tripping already know where you’ll end up huh I hit your line said you ain’t gotta rush Keep it a buck I got a dime on me Like a Uber she gon slide on me Icy baby wanna slide on me She from the city what you know about the burbs? My baby smart she ain’t fucking with them nerds I’m in the town you should slide with your friends I put it down you gon’ have to tell your friends Want me to rub you down in oil cause your tense huh? You ain’t need no man to go and pay your rent Now I got you on the hook like Neverlnad She said you ain’t only one with fans I ain’t worried they ain’t fucking up my plans She’s gon’ call me when she’s not too busy She went out got tipsy Now she come back to me all alone All alone All alone All alone Keep it a buck a couple thow on me Here lil mamma why don’t you go head outta town for the week When you get back gon’ head and put that mouth on me We ain’t drinkin’ but here go a couple rounds on Me Cause of the way a nigga sound on beats She gon let me beat it up ‘til she sound asleep Cause of the way I hold her down no need to Worry bout if she gon’ mess around on me And if she do let her go ‘cause she chose But as of right now she got my soul I let her know That everywhere we go we relationship goals Cause when I had no dough she would pay that shit for me When I was broke me she made sure nothin’ broke Knowin’ that I’m with her even when she doly When I see her face I light up like the home screen Treat these other hoes like T.I. bitch you don’t know me She’s gon’ call me when she’s not too busy She went out got tipsy Now she come back to me all alone All alone All alone All alone
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Aston (feat. BxRod) 02:20
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released March 22, 2024

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