20 Karat Jesus

Lyrics

Yeah, kane
 Yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 My ambitions as a rider nigga
 Survival off that powder nigga
 Currently smoking that kill in the hills
 Where you can't find a nigga
 Crack cocaine, microwave
 Dinner was on that timer of nigga
 No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer nigga
 Blinded and misguided nigga
 Heavenly Father take the wheel
 I'm on the inner state with some guerrilla weight
 Shit can get me like two hundred years
 Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
 I'm living like every decision a sin
 I know my niggas don't want me to win
 Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends
 I ride with that white white just
 Like fight night we be weighin' in
 VVS my pieces, 20 karats Jesus say amen
 Tricked off on my new bitch
 She was half black and Malaysian yeah
 Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
 My dogg used to pull up in a 99 GS 300 fresh up on the
 Highway with the higher power how you wan' it?
 First these hoes ain't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
 Mama say you live next door to the death
 If you live in the moment
 I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator
 The goal when you try to kick that dope
 Stuck on the respirator
 Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
 I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
 But now we gotta feel thisvate creep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way shit
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 Now don't you really hate when somebody be 2-wayin' you
 And plus you knowin' for a fact that you ain't given them the number two
 She just a groupie ass hole that's all up on your grind
 Wastin' up characters puttin' shit like you was on my mind
 I'm hitten back, back, look here lil' momma
 You wasten yo' time and plus the scats out to fuckin'
 House of don't be wasten mine and especially ones
 With the pages that be unlimited that do you wrong
 'Cause they deal gon' stay to say you did
 They some 2-way freaks and they out the were
 Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin'
 You be like goddamn or were you ridin'
 Down the street side to side 'cause this hoe bout to wreck
 I'm bout to throw this Motorola out the window
 I'm gettin' tired of this bitch, what you want from me
 Gave you to my dog, but you still keep beepin' shit outta me
 All in front of yo man, claimin' you talkin' to yo girl
 He don't know
 'Cause you specialize in this
 You's a 2-way hoe fo sho
 She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
 She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
 She beamin' up your boys for her own private creep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 They call me the juice, the no chicken lover
 A gigglo at night, dats always in trouble
 I cruise around the city, I'm rollin up the sticky
 I'm ridin 22's and I love big titties
 Gel and weave, gel and weave
 If she from the hood then she down wit me
 She got gel and weave, gel and weave
 Wit' a big round ass, I'm yo man to be
 As I'm rollin' down the block, a player gotta beep
 That said I wanna fuck a 2-way freak
 Her name is Rhonda Perry, who works at the dairy
 Her chewin' is da bomb, but her face looks scary
 I'm pushin' down the street tryin' to make it to her house
 And then I gotta beep from my freak named Minnie Mouse
 They call her Minnie Mouse, she live a couple trees
 She eat a lot of cheese, if you hit she'll squeak
 She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
 She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
 She beamin' up your boys for her own private creep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 Early in the mornin', my 2-way is jumpin
 Wit da petty want some boys, daddy want nothin'
 Wastin' up my characters, you don't have to pay thus
 I ain't got no time for no, whatchu doin' unless its just
 Goin' to the bathroom, 2-way on the TV
 Come back, it's my baby daddy
 Tryin' to see who's beepin' me
 Dog that's a no, no, get yo stuff you gotta go
 Scrollin' threw my 2-way, it's like scrollin' threw my cash flow
 La' Chat in the club, boys they be tryin' to holla
 Don't know how to act, gotta 2-way on yo colar
 Askin can you get a beep, hell na, not at all
 You'll be dat dude, dat'll make me
 Throw my junk into the wall, I use it for business
 Sometimes its for pleasure, I can make exceptions
 When you want to spend dat chedda
 If you want to hit me up
 Make sure daddies worth a hit
 Or you when like you responded
 I don't mess with 2-way tricks
 She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
 She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
 She beamin' up your boys for her own private creep
 She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
 She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
 2025-10-25 04:18:12

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Duration
05:21
Key
4
Tempo
85 BPM

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