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Mama ask what's wrong with Jay? (Oh, oh) Mama ask what's wrong with Jay? (Oh, oh) Mama, I'm okay, mama, I'm okay (mm, mm, mm, mm) What's wrong with Jay? (Mm, mm, mm, mm) Askin' what's wrong with me, mama, I'm okay (mm, mm, mm, mm) Askin' what's wrong with Jay? (Mm, mm, mm, mm) Mama say, "What's wrong with you?" She like, "What's going on with you?" Tryna bust a fuckin' dome or two Tryna see what the fuck you wanna do Tryna get up close and smush him like a roach while he on the phone with you Tryna shut his body down with no remote just like corona do Bitch, I won't play it fair, don't take it there, you play right there and lay right there Hide them Glocks in that trunk, bitch, I'ma dump and you won't make it there These drugs got me stuck and got me movin' 'round like a lazy bear Like fuck the legs, we hit his head, you know I fuckin' hate the cap Put down my phone, had to leave that bitch alone, I think my shit be tapped Ridin' all alone, just me and my chrome, this bitch sittin' on my lap I ain't have the Benz, just grams for the ten, I was sittin' right in the trap I used to trap hard, looked up to trap boys 'fore I got into rap Why do these niggas try to come and eat our food? Niggas lie too, these bitches lie too, fuck it, I lie to you This shit they ride to, this shit they slide to, they can get high too Catchin' them sales, fuckin' with Trell, had his own drive-through Shit changed since I'm gettin' paid, they say I'm stuck in my ways Bitch, I'm stuck on gettin' paid, can't give a fuck what you say Depression got me stressin', I've been pissed off all day She can see it all in my eyes, but I just lie and tell her everything okay Mama say, "What's wrong with you?" She like, "What's going on with you?" Tryna bust a fuckin' dome or two Tryna see what the fuck you wanna do Tryna get up close and smush him like a roach while he on the phone with you Tryna shut his body down with no remote just like corona do Bitch, I won't play it fair, don't take it there, you play right there and lay right there Hide them Glocks in that trunk, bitch, I'ma dump and you won't make it there These drugs got me stuck and got me movin' 'round like a lazy bear Like fuck the legs, we hit his head, you know I fuckin' hate the cap Know I hate the cap No cap rapper, know I hate the cap rap You gon' get clapped When you hear the bap Bitch, I'm in the trap for real
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Aaron Bigelow, Nikolas Rosenburg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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