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Jazz Cartier 4416 out now - Check out everything Jazz Cartier: Soundcloud - Twitter - IG - #jazzcartier #4416 #toronto #London #imom 4416 Lyrics I Asked bro if it's hot in the ends, he said “Yes, of course“ They tryna block my blessings, that's why I be praisin' the Lord These girls only see perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant, 'cause I never be hittin' it raw I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's MOB 'til I rest, a corpse Back when my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes It's been a year since I made me a wop, but my phone's still ringin' with calls It's been a year since I hit that, but she still goin' through withdrawals Testin', testin' (Testin', testin') When it comе to a nigga like me, gotta count your blessings Last ting that got lockеd up, she wanna pop off in my mentions She want me to pay her bills and buy new heels, but my name not Dustin It's Jacuzzi Yeah, question, question (Question) Why every time we spend time this shit is expensive? I don't drive no Beamer, that's for the bitches, I'm in the Benzs Every time that we fuck, I make her cum, come to her senses It's senseless Ayy, I done had Nessa, I done had Courtney, Gigi too Uh, all of them precious, all of them special, freaky too Uh, I'm in the five percent, there ain't no peekin' through Uh, I ain't no sneaky link, 'cause I ain't a sneaky dude (Jacuzzi) I Asked bro if it's hot in the ends, he said “Yes, of course“ They tryna block my blessings, that's why I be praisin' the Lord These girls only see perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant, 'cause I never be hittin' it raw I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's MOB 'til I rest, a corpse Back when my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes It's been a year since I made me a wop, but my phone's still ringin' with calls It's been a year since I hit that, but she still goin' through withdrawals Ayy, niggas ain't keepin' up with me, so we left 'em I still got a ting I hit from time that stay up in Pelham I just say the word, then all my dawgs them a go fetch 'em Pullin' up in the all white whip and bend that block like Beckham My chain lick up the street, twist up, hit up the beach, Cuzzi stay off the leash Shame these niggas, they checks get bigger then chest wan' big up to me Your man 6'2, and yeah, that's cool, but he's not bigger to me I don't do Twitter, 'cause that's for niggas who all wan' kick up and pree I love my girls like Riri, can't play with 'em 'cause they too savage Baby, you still need healin', yeah, you bad, but you come with baggage How you gon' fuck with a nigga like me? You settled for less than average Twosome, threesome, foursome, it's nothin' that I can't manage I Asked bro if it's hot in the ends, he said “Yes, of course“ They tryna block my blessings, that's why I be praisin' the Lord These girls only see perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant, 'cause I never be hittin' it raw I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's MOB 'til I rest, a corpse Back when my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes It's been a year since I made me a wop, but my phone's still ringin' with calls It's been a year since I hit that, but she still goin' through withdrawals
