1 NIGGA, 2 NIGGA, RED NIGGA, BLUE NIGGA
JJXON
Yuh
JJ on the beat, who produced it? I'm the man
All my verses age like fine wine, you can call me Peter Pan
If I'll be completely honest, I don't care much for the Chinese
Tossed your girl overboard
Got her wet like she's drowning in the high seas
What's this trash you're writing? It's just so unexciting
Let me say hi to your girl, do you have to be so uninviting?
I just wanna see her toes and give them a little suck
Call me Walter in the sheets, I make her wet like fire trucks, ayy
Cookin' up rhymes like a frying pan, getting hoes, they from Japan
I'm their God, me they do stan, they're a fan of my long span
Longer than my wiimote, mmm, too big for a deep throat, mmm
She hit me with the poggers emote, mmm
That line needs to be rewrote, mmm
Yea, I want to see her feet, yeah a young boy's gotta eat
I wanna lick her toes clean, she don't gotta touch the meat
God her feet look oh so sweet, madam let me have a seat
Let me moisten you up while we listen to the hook on repeat (Ooh)
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I don't really care, but why you messin with my crew, nigga
Y'all be talking trash but I'm just messin in da stu', nigga
Say I'm some trash but you put me in the queue, nigga
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I'ma step on you with my brand new shoes, nigga
If you fuck with me, I'm gonna break right through, nigga
Why you step to me when you look like doodoo, nigga
Maxi
Maxi always got that good boof, big oof (yuh)
Big move, when I mix with 80 proof, I'm a goof, (Ayy)
I'm a goon, I'm a boss, I'm a motherfuckin' god (Ayy, skrt)
Bitch suck me dry like a fuckin' juul pod
On god, I'ma hit you with a goddamn k (Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh)
If I'm tryna profit and you always wanna talk it
I'm get you out my goddamn way
Because I'm makin' paper like a motherfuckin' tree (Ayy, yuh)
Smokin leaves, got your girl suckin dick on her knees, (Ayy, ayy)
Capital of Mozambique
Getting geeked, like a freak
Racking up the coin of neak
Mom say that I'm pretty unique
50 broads in Azerbaijan
Last tuesday, I fucked your gran'
Minsk, capital of Belarus
I always stay licking the puss
Capital of El Salvador
Getting DMs from RetroRaptor
Going buck wild in a foreign
Railing lines off of my brand new Jordans
Yeah, I don't really care, but why you messin' with my crew
Put you goofy bitches straight up on the barbecue
Stammering and stuttering, you lookin' pretty nervous
Go ahead and take your dumbass straight back to the circus
Chasin' the bag like Hawk
Always got three bitches up on my cock
My bands stack up like Tetris
Blazin' up g's of the lettuce
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I don't really care, but why you messin with my crew, nigga
Y'all be talking trash but I'm just messin in da stu', nigga
Say I'm some trash but you put me in the queue, nigga
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I'ma step on you with my brand new shoes, nigga
If you fuck with me, I'm gonna break right through, nigga
Why you step to me when you look like doodoo, nigga
Yuh
JJ on the beat, who produced it? I'm the man
All my verses age like fine wine, you can call me Peter Pan
If I'll be completely honest, I don't care much for the Chinese
Tossed your girl overboard
Got her wet like she's drowning in the high seas
What's this trash you're writing? It's just so unexciting
Let me say hi to your girl, do you have to be so uninviting?
I just wanna see her toes and give them a little suck
Call me Walter in the sheets, I make her wet like fire trucks, ayy
Cookin' up rhymes like a frying pan, getting hoes, they from Japan
I'm their God, me they do stan, they're a fan of my long span
Longer than my wiimote, mmm, too big for a deep throat, mmm
She hit me with the poggers emote, mmm
That line needs to be rewrote, mmm
Yea, I want to see her feet, yeah a young boy's gotta eat
I wanna lick her toes clean, she don't gotta touch the meat
God her feet look oh so sweet, madam let me have a seat
Let me moisten you up while we listen to the hook on repeat (Ooh)
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I don't really care, but why you messin with my crew, nigga
Y'all be talking trash but I'm just messin in da stu', nigga
Say I'm some trash but you put me in the queue, nigga
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I'ma step on you with my brand new shoes, nigga
If you fuck with me, I'm gonna break right through, nigga
Why you step to me when you look like doodoo, nigga
Maxi
Maxi always got that good boof, big oof (yuh)
Big move, when I mix with 80 proof, I'm a goof, (Ayy)
I'm a goon, I'm a boss, I'm a motherfuckin' god (Ayy, skrt)
Bitch suck me dry like a fuckin' juul pod
On god, I'ma hit you with a goddamn k (Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh)
If I'm tryna profit and you always wanna talk it
I'm get you out my goddamn way
Because I'm makin' paper like a motherfuckin' tree (Ayy, yuh)
Smokin leaves, got your girl suckin dick on her knees, (Ayy, ayy)
Capital of Mozambique
Getting geeked, like a freak
Racking up the coin of neak
Mom say that I'm pretty unique
50 broads in Azerbaijan
Last tuesday, I fucked your gran'
Minsk, capital of Belarus
I always stay licking the puss
Capital of El Salvador
Getting DMs from RetroRaptor
Going buck wild in a foreign
Railing lines off of my brand new Jordans
Yeah, I don't really care, but why you messin' with my crew
Put you goofy bitches straight up on the barbecue
Stammering and stuttering, you lookin' pretty nervous
Go ahead and take your dumbass straight back to the circus
Chasin' the bag like Hawk
Always got three bitches up on my cock
My bands stack up like Tetris
Blazin' up g's of the lettuce
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I don't really care, but why you messin with my crew, nigga
Y'all be talking trash but I'm just messin in da stu', nigga
Say I'm some trash but you put me in the queue, nigga
One nigga, two nigga, red nigga, blue nigga
I'ma step on you with my brand new shoes, nigga
If you fuck with me, I'm gonna break right through, nigga
Why you step to me when you look like doodoo, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Dixon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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