Igetmehot

Jamak, I'm a born again Christian, man
I'm not going into this strip club
Unless they paying me top dollar or something to perform
No you didn't
How much they paying
Alright alright, I'll put my mask over my eyes then for a blind fold
Cause, I can't be tempted if I can't see nothing right
Just make sure I don't fall off the stage, alright
Alright bet 1-2-3 Let's do it

I get me hot, touch myself, I can't stop
Making genus music, like space x, I rise to the top
Make you twerk to these fat beats and bass that drops
With your booty, jiggling like Jello, It won't stop
Like open bar at the club, the bottles we snap, crackle, and pop
From the back front, got you sweating bullets
They dripping down your fat rump
Now you got the club, smelling like a skunk
From your ba-dunk-a-dunk, small waist, fat trunk, yea
I want some, smack it, make it jiggle and you giggle, for shizzle
Liberate you from the racism, prejudicial
White supremacist dog whistles, yea, you already know
Dr. JD's extrajudicial, like Johnny Cochran
Win your murder trial, cause my clients ain't sacrificial
Like apostle Paul, my letters of the law are epistles
With hot beat that puts your waist on a swivel
Now submersed in your own pool of sweat, call it a baptismal
The way you twerking your butt, looks sinful
Catch as case, Dr. JD will get you a dismissal
Or after a jury trial, an acquittal
I'm black, so the trait of my blood cells are sickle
I attract fake friends, I call them fickle
Cut them all off, one by one, little by little
I work the middle, drop like it's hot
Broke your leg, now you're cripple
Crying, here's a tissue for your sniffles
They call you candy, but your face looks like peanut brittle
Or better yet, skittles
Yea, Dr. JD's raps paint a picture for you, that's simple
While you in the bathroom mirror
Twerking and popping pimples
At least you got some sort of cute dimples
To talk to you, I need the bartender to pour me a triple, double
Performing in this club, like a spy, I'm undercover
All this booty in my face, is like police knees on my neck
I can't breathe, show me some mercy, please
Uggggghhh, you got dentures, false teeth, like a creep
This club's a nightmare, like I done fell asleep
They ain't supposed to let musky chicks like you up in the VIP
Your crew looks like a bullfight, in Pamplona, a stampede
With halitosis breathe, that's diseased
But pardon my critique, cause you see
Dr. JD's all pro, major league, check my technique
My lyrical flow is unique, when I flex my muscles
They become hard as concrete
Omega psi phi, I'm Greek, unlike an alpha, I succeed
Now don't follow me to the bathroom
You make me want to go pea
And I think I'm allergic to you, achoo, I sneeze
Wash off your ticks and fleas, then smile for the paparazzi
When they say, say cheese

Ok, where's the backdoor
I'm out of here with Jamak Ali and Genus Music
Peace
Where the car at Jamak



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Lynum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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