Jordee

(Ain't gone lie yo, I'm feeling like Jordee)
(Feeling like Jordee)
I'm feeling like Jordee
I'm going off on these bums, I could shoot and run, I'm scoring forty
Jordan Threes and some jogger pants, that young nigga feeling sporty
And they say Richie come get your girl, told them that ain't my shawty
That ain't my shawty
(Woooo)
End of the story
Working eighty hours, that's mandatory
Can't go in that red box, that red box be boring
I forget you like Dory
Stacking up inventory
Yeah I'm in the house, you can call me Cory
Durango, yeah I floor it
I could show you around, but I ain't no tourist
Smoking that flower, I really be a florist
We living large ain't no Ford Taurus
Living family, that's mad important
(That's mad important)
I'm going off in the wind
You know that I, I could go spin
Anytime I, I'm gonna win
I got this bitches, telling they in
Man what you in for?
I just gonna go in get your mother fucking info
I go off in the end zone, I don't really need fucking friend zone
You ain't really got a Benz hoe, but you play it off like a banjo
I set it off like Rambo, I leave your bitch in a trance hoe
Imma go and do my dance hoe
Look at these bitches they mad hoes
I leave my child on her temple
I'm just tryna go and win it, don't care if you got offended, man I'm tied
And if you got something to say to me then baby go and spit it
All these arguments, ain't with it
And I ain't tryna get you petty
I told them all you wasn't ready
Now you acting like you ain't never met me.

I'm feeling like Jordee
I'm going off on these bums, I could shoot and run, I'm scoring forty
Jordan Threes and some jogger pants, that young nigga feeling sporty
And they say Richie come get your girl, told them that ain't my shawty
That ain't my shawty
Hey
Yeah
(I'm feeling like Jordee, yeah I'm feeling like Jordee)
(And I'm going off)
(And I'm going down)
(Ain't no fucking around)
(Got these bitches by the pound smoking by the pound)



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Writer(s): Rich Luv
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