I Got You Open
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Here I go
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
I only spit the truth with every lyric I have spoken
I do this for the woopers and those locin
My flows are bulbous never bogus bring it to your door like a notice
I'll eat away at your flesh like a locust, I ain't joking
I got the funk to make you think I do not know what soap is
I spit it so atrocious with the rhythm that's the grossest
I'm shit hot, got your bitch on my dick lip locked
Diving in your chest like a rib shot
I spit rocks nasty like a trucker pit stop
And I smoke like crack
Flows got you higher than a pitch
Octaves, rock shit, pop shit, leave your head on the floor
Niggas wanna battle but ill-prepared for the war
I do not mean eagles when I say that I will leave a beat sore
This is Ian J all up in your pores
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
My funk is redonculous
Big-bodied flows and my heart is humongous
3 minus 4 you're the 1, uh negative
Fe fi fo fum he needs oxygen cause he's got no lungs
The words that I speak are sweet like cinnamon
Now let the funk course through your veins like adrenaline
I'm venoming, used to be a bitter man
But my skin is bitumen
Black thick and rough my lyrics erupt
With flips, I flip my shit here is the tuck
Lyrical harassment, lyrical assassin
What I spit is pivotal I hope you feel my passion
Now vibe out with me, vibe out with me
Vibe out with me, I got the funk
Now vibe out with me, vibe out with me
Vibe out with me, I got the funk
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Yea
Yea
Yea
Here I go
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
I only spit the truth with every lyric I have spoken
I do this for the woopers and those locin
My flows are bulbous never bogus bring it to your door like a notice
I'll eat away at your flesh like a locust, I ain't joking
I got the funk to make you think I do not know what soap is
I spit it so atrocious with the rhythm that's the grossest
I'm shit hot, got your bitch on my dick lip locked
Diving in your chest like a rib shot
I spit rocks nasty like a trucker pit stop
And I smoke like crack
Flows got you higher than a pitch
Octaves, rock shit, pop shit, leave your head on the floor
Niggas wanna battle but ill-prepared for the war
I do not mean eagles when I say that I will leave a beat sore
This is Ian J all up in your pores
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
My funk is redonculous
Big-bodied flows and my heart is humongous
3 minus 4 you're the 1, uh negative
Fe fi fo fum he needs oxygen cause he's got no lungs
The words that I speak are sweet like cinnamon
Now let the funk course through your veins like adrenaline
I'm venoming, used to be a bitter man
But my skin is bitumen
Black thick and rough my lyrics erupt
With flips, I flip my shit here is the tuck
Lyrical harassment, lyrical assassin
What I spit is pivotal I hope you feel my passion
Now vibe out with me, vibe out with me
Vibe out with me, I got the funk
Now vibe out with me, vibe out with me
Vibe out with me, I got the funk
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking
I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Fresh to death, no crocking
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Jenkins
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