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can't be concrete - jorjiana lyrics

[intro: jorjiana & lil yachty]
‘crete
it’s us
i’m not the two
stay out the mix, uh
stay out the mix, uh
oof ooh
uh, uh*huh
pfft, uh*huh
bah (ayo, eli, what the f*ck?)
uh, uh*huh

[verse 1]
i don’t want to be sh*t like you b*tches
step in the field, step the f*ck out my mentions
swear to god, i ain’t never like broke*ass, old*ass, lame*ass, bird brain, miserable b*tches
hoped in the b*tch, but my pockets is sixty
you old’ than a b*tch in the face, look fifty
get your paper up, heard you owe half a milli’
probably spent your advance on my new rick ricks
fly you out twice a week, heard you can’t pay a ticket
want to hate on a b*tch ’cause you can’t get nеar me
swear to god i ain’t nevеr like broke ass old ass lame ass bird brain miserable b*tches
can’t name one kbooo song, you suck
can’t name one time i looked you up, can’t name one time i turned you on
you perc’d out, your ass is laced
b*tches mad i took they place, b*tches can’t let a b*tch be great
i punch in on all my songs, you need a writer, take your b*tch ass home
go get a job, your sh*t ain’t streaming, look like sk!lla baby, kinda the weeknd
swear to god, i ain’t never like broke*ass, old*ass, lame*ass, bird brain, miserable b*tches
[verse 2]
uh, uh*huh
’bout that bag, i’ll send sh*t home
gen on me with a 30 shot bone
long ass body, you look like a cone
pick off a b*tch, i ain’t nothing like her
i’m from the trench, i don’t care what you heard
you can talk all you want but you can’t be richer
p*ssy get f*cked, how you get that picture?
p*ssy [?], how you get that message?
i talk in real life, h*ll no i don’t send it
turn my tape in so my new check pending
turn it real life, i don’t got to finesse it
your maybach gone, see you uber lyfting
my car real fast, i’m on the ‘eeway driftin’
can’t hang with a scary*ass b*tch, be snitchin’
can’t out*lame the b*tch, swear to god she different
swear to god, i ain’t never like broke*ass, old*ass, lame*ass, bird brain, miserable b*tches, uh
(swear to god, i ain’t never like broke*ass, old*ass, lame*ass, bird brain, miserable b*tches, uh)

[verse 3]
i don’t too much talk to a pillow, i’d rather dog walk these b*tches
hoes swear to god they hate me
in my follows, they some stalk me b*tches
f*ck out my face, press the issue, p*ssy
put your money where your mouth is, shut the f*ck up
been said i hated you, b*tches won’t dap up
‘fore i start treating you hoes like precious, uh*huh
i can put a lil’ bread on your taco, don’t tempt me
play the middle man, get turned into a victim
ring round ring round, dizzy hoes dizzy
you been fell off trying to use my attention
and she’s still going to stream my sh*t
bop*ass b*tch do nothing but d*ck
f*ck your life and f*ck your clique, b*tch, brrr
oof ooh
[outro: lil yachty]
‘crete
it’s us
i’m not the two
stay out the mix, uh
stay out the mix, uh
stay out the mix, uh
stay out the—
which one you workin’?
all the pump fakin’ ain’t doin’ no good, could tell that you’re real life hurtin’
mmm, he said this p*ssy is ox bar
but he gon’ send in the cop car, gun in my boot, i’m an outlaw
mwah

- jorjiana lyrics

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