Mr. Dislocate Her Jaw
You know it's a couple seconds for you,
It's a few days for me
Time really flies
Would you take my hand?
Y'all been doing way too much
Y'all been getting him too hot
Do not make him up to chop,
I don't wanna wet the block,
Let these niggas know it's up
Yeah
No, I don't sell for the low
But tell your bitch to hit my phone
She been ducking all my calls
Remember I was in her walls
Mr. Dislocate Her Jaw
Yeah
Spend a band on clothes
Got a hundred bitches
Reaching in my britches
Every-day like Christmas
Reaching for my wallet
We gon' get to blitzin
My young niggas hit em
Heavy on that split em
We long gone
I took her out to dinner
I'm a winner winner,
You a loser loser
Couldn't pass me if you had a tutor
Hella mid I might just go remove her
But I'm hella zooted
Tell me how Imma teach you if I'm still a student
Sike bae, I could do it,
Do you think I'm stupid?
One more strike, it's you I'm booming
Your new nigga a shoe in
There ain't no doubt about it.
Girl, that's me, and I'm the type to go get loud about it
I'll tell your friends, I'll tell your mom, even tell God about it
I know it's been you all along
I got no doubts about it
Y'all been doing way too much
Y'all been getting him too hot
Do not make him up the chop
I don't wanna wet the block
Let these niggas know it's up
Yeah
No I don't sell for the low
But tell your bitch to hit my phone
She been ducking all my calls,
Remember I was in her walls
Mr. Dislocate Her Jaw
Yeah
It's a few days for me
Time really flies
Would you take my hand?
Y'all been doing way too much
Y'all been getting him too hot
Do not make him up to chop,
I don't wanna wet the block,
Let these niggas know it's up
Yeah
No, I don't sell for the low
But tell your bitch to hit my phone
She been ducking all my calls
Remember I was in her walls
Mr. Dislocate Her Jaw
Yeah
Spend a band on clothes
Got a hundred bitches
Reaching in my britches
Every-day like Christmas
Reaching for my wallet
We gon' get to blitzin
My young niggas hit em
Heavy on that split em
We long gone
I took her out to dinner
I'm a winner winner,
You a loser loser
Couldn't pass me if you had a tutor
Hella mid I might just go remove her
But I'm hella zooted
Tell me how Imma teach you if I'm still a student
Sike bae, I could do it,
Do you think I'm stupid?
One more strike, it's you I'm booming
Your new nigga a shoe in
There ain't no doubt about it.
Girl, that's me, and I'm the type to go get loud about it
I'll tell your friends, I'll tell your mom, even tell God about it
I know it's been you all along
I got no doubts about it
Y'all been doing way too much
Y'all been getting him too hot
Do not make him up the chop
I don't wanna wet the block
Let these niggas know it's up
Yeah
No I don't sell for the low
But tell your bitch to hit my phone
She been ducking all my calls,
Remember I was in her walls
Mr. Dislocate Her Jaw
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Guillermo Vizcaino
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