Jesse James Solomon - Trashy (Feat. Crave Moore)

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  • Опубликовано: 9 фев 2025
  • Lyrics:
    Feels different when your hands in a mitten
    How does a mute man, handle the wisdom
    How does a blind man handle the vision
    Even good men make a few angry decisions
    Takes a mouth to apologise, but a man to forgive him
    Doesn’t take much to put hands on a Smithen and
    Only a man understands what I'm spittin'
    Youth got me cooking up plans in the kitchen
    Suspect in the hands of a victim
    Once you've been nicked, your in the hands of the system
    Bang in a instant (bang)
    Its like, I'm so hot keep them hands at a distance
    I'm trying to bang something different
    Can’t fist fight, so you got a MAC and ya pitchin'
    Don you ain’t a man, you’re a chicken
    Its like spit something gang and they'll listen
    Should of kept your hands on the grip, now damn fam your slippin' (slippin')
    A bit of sense, guess I found what they are missing
    Young man with renowned intuition
    Tells Stevie I don't wonder, I'm about inner vision
    Your favourite rapper I'm about what he isn't
    Cause he says he's got the brown for the kittens
    Said he’s down, kids would listen
    When I'm older I want to be proud of what I've given
    Whats the motto? I’m just out here and livin'
    [Verse 2: Crave]
    She don’t wanna fuck, she just wanna kiss me
    Cause she know my kiss is intense like a gypsy
    The lipsing's getting intimate
    Always keep my kiss sinfully innocent
    Cash flow back row like im pausing
    Now my money rains in, Yea it pours in
    Craver, if you know me I'm Corbyn
    Rugby getting Money in yea we ballin'
    Sharp edges I know trigonometry
    Truth be told I'm known for my honesty
    Rap game saw me
    I hope everybody in the room learns to acknowledge me
    Told the verse its my turn
    The beat shaking in the booth
    You heard a rumor from a source
    Don't mistake it for the truth
    I wish I could see the older me
    But I'm already grown, my work rate takes me over seas
    Your girl pretended not to notice me
    She don't know me but she knows of me
    Don't gas girls man my nose is clean
    Never get cold feet, unless he froze the beat
    Stunting like a virgin just to top it off
    But then she's like a different person when her top is off
    Heart goes, stone cold when I rock her socks
    Trying to build something good but she lost the plot
    [Verse 3: Jesse James]
    And I ain't heard a youth that raps realer
    Back to back they rap, trap and say niggas
    And every track is a brain hitter
    Pen in my hand fam, slap on some J Dilla
    Them man need a bag full of grade more punches than Cassius Clay
    But they're bait niggas
    And so I stay iller
    Sicker than your babes with the aids in her
    Its like how do you feel when your asked about your feelings
    And what do you mean when you're trying to find the meaning

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