Danny Brown
Danny Brown - Jealousy lyrics
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[Hook:] The cheddar breed jealousy… The cheddar breed jealousy Especially if that man fucked up [Verse:] Y’all don’t know where I come from, nigga You don’t know what I’ve been through, hoe Said I wasted my time, huh? Look, bitch, I done told you so I done got on my own shit I ain’t need your help, though Bitch, I know I did it You ain’t gotta tell me so I done come a long way, I’m grindin’, grindin’ Really, I ain’t really have shit Now your bitch see me shinin’, prime-timin’ And she all up on my dick ‘Cause she know I’m ballin’, ballin’ J. J. Redick comin’ off that pit Shake, take pics, open up her mouth And my dick is about to go switch Bitch, it’s… Danny Motherfuckin’ Brown And you know I’m in beast mode So bitch go run them c-notes She come through naked in a pea coat ‘Cause she know she about to deep throat Rubbin’ on her c***, playin’ with her pee hole Lookin’ like she playin’ Guitar Hero You niggas ain’t in my league, hoe My flow’s so down, my lingo No nigga, you ain’t my amigo No senor, you no chico I do not speak no Spanish So I don’t know what that mean, yo I met this Filipino, and she was jalape?o [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Get up off of your ass, nigga Worried about my fuck, boy I don’t love that bitch Hoe just my fuck toy Got the game in an uproar Y’all are lames and so boring Now your bitch got her tits out Tryna get my laundry – oh boy! I’m on some other shit ‘Cause y’all done got me fucked up Y’all don’t know who y’all fuckin’ with I’m a Linwood nigga ‘til I’m dead in the grave Detroit techno, shootin’ off weight Nigga’d overtake ya back in the day Don’t make me go back to that nigga in the braids Raised wrong, caged, but a nigga escaped So bitch-nigga, don’t make me take that bait Niggas in the hood got love for me No Limits, got Dungarees So I’m just tryna smoke my weed Tell me where the hoes at All up in my cell phone Nigga you already know that So I’mma call some hoes up Tell ‘em bring some drink through We gon’ have a party Called up your man Achbo So last song, gettin’ fucked up ‘Cause we ain’t worried ‘bout it Smokin’ on that Master P Bitch we ‘bout it, ‘bout it [Hook:]