Jerzey Love (Prod. Geekinz) Lyrics

Yeahhhh

Uh

What

Hold on

Uh uh uh uh uh

Look

Uh aye

Baby got ass

Baby shake ass, got her rolling gas

It's a Glock seventeen

On her new man's block and you know I'm bouta spaz

I said baby come back

I toss up racks she love when I count cash

Let's make a movie and leave yo old life in the past yeah

Live life too fast, Porsche nine eleven that I might crash

No brakes all gas, I put two-twenty right on the dash

Baby hit my line, said she tryna jump inside my bag

We too turnt up, girl this the life that you could have

I can't be down bad, this lifestyle get lonely

If you got my back know this pistol stay on me

Two-four on my back that Grah Grah like Kobe

I fade away from the tre, with that Grah Grah you can't hold me

I can't be down bad, baby miss the old me

Till the twelfth of never, that's what baby told me

That grah on my lap, she screaming fuck the police

They buss we buss right back, she don't want fans me and her only

I said baby insane

Tryna give me brain while we switching up lanes

We get right to it

I know that she like when we don't play games

Girl let's get back, the key to my heart it's in yo stash

Come here relax, ride in the passenger count these racks like

But a million thangs, a million thangs about you I could say

I'ma tat yo name, right on my arm where you would lay

When they ask the story I'll tell that shit all day on me

Cause the shit we have, girl people would kill to have what we had like

(I never had, thoughts to control me)

(Until something bad, left me so lonely)

(And I want it back, I want the old me)

(I'm trying to forget, but things just remind me)

(I never had) uh (thoughts to control me)

What

(Until something bad) hold on (left me so lonely)

Uh uh uh

(And I want it back, I want the old me)

(Uh)

(I'm trying to forget) look, aye (but things just remind me)

I can't be down bad, this lifestyle get lonely

If you got my back know this pistol stay on me

Two-four on my back that Grah Grah like Kobe

I fade away from the tre, with that Grah Grah you can't hold me

I can't be down bad, baby miss the old me

Till the twelfth of never, that's what baby told me

That Grah on my lap, she screaming fuck the police

They buss we buss right back, she don't want fans me and her only