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Paroles de la chanson What's Wrong With You par JayDaYoungan
Mama ask what's wrong with Jay?
Mama ask what's wrong with Jay?
Mama, I'm okay, mama, I'm okay
What's wrong with Jay?
Askin' what's wrong with me, mama, I'm okay
Askin' what's wrong with Jay?
Mama say, "What's wrong with you?"
She like, "What's going on with you?"
Tryna bust a fuckin' dome or two
Tryna see what the fuck you wanna do
Tryna get up close and smush him like a roach while he on the phone with you
Tryna shut his body down with no remote just like corona do
Bitch, I won't play it fair, don't take it there, you play right there and lay right there
Mama ask what's wrong with Jay?
Mama, I'm okay, mama, I'm okay
What's wrong with Jay?
Askin' what's wrong with me, mama, I'm okay
Askin' what's wrong with Jay?
Mama say, "What's wrong with you?"
She like, "What's going on with you?"
Tryna bust a fuckin' dome or two
Tryna see what the fuck you wanna do
Tryna get up close and smush him like a roach while he on the phone with you
Tryna shut his body down with no remote just like corona do
Bitch, I won't play it fair, don't take it there, you play right there and lay right there
Hide them Glocks in that trunk, bitch, I'ma dump and you won't make it there
These drugs got me stuck and got me movin' 'round like a lazy bear
Like fuck the legs, we hit his head, you know I fuckin' hate the cap
Put down my phone, had to leave that bitch alone, I think my shit be tapped
Ridin' all alone, just me and my chrome, this bitch sittin' on my lap
I ain't have the Benz, just grams for the ten, I was sittin' right in the trap
I used to trap hard, looked up to trap boys 'fore I got into rap
Why do these niggas try to come and eat our food?
Niggas lie too, these bitches lie too, fuck it, I lie to you
These drugs got me stuck and got me movin' 'round like a lazy bear
Like fuck the legs, we hit his head, you know I fuckin' hate the cap
Put down my phone, had to leave that bitch alone, I think my shit be tapped
Ridin' all alone, just me and my chrome, this bitch sittin' on my lap
I ain't have the Benz, just grams for the ten, I was sittin' right in the trap
I used to trap hard, looked up to trap boys 'fore I got into rap
Why do these niggas try to come and eat our food?
Niggas lie too, these bitches lie too, fuck it, I lie to you
This shit they ride to, this shit they slide to, they can get high too
Catchin' them sales, fuckin' with Trell, had his own drive-thru
Shit changed since I'm gettin' paid, they say I'm stuck in my ways
Bitch, I'm stuck on gettin' paid, can't give a fuck what you say
Depression got me stressin', I've been pissed off all day
She can see it all in my eyes, but I just lie and tell her everything okay
Mama say, "What's wrong with you?"
She like, "What's going on with you?"
Tryna bust a fuckin' dome or two
Tryna see what the fuck you wanna do
Catchin' them sales, fuckin' with Trell, had his own drive-thru
Shit changed since I'm gettin' paid, they say I'm stuck in my ways
Bitch, I'm stuck on gettin' paid, can't give a fuck what you say
Depression got me stressin', I've been pissed off all day
She can see it all in my eyes, but I just lie and tell her everything okay
Mama say, "What's wrong with you?"
She like, "What's going on with you?"
Tryna bust a fuckin' dome or two
Tryna see what the fuck you wanna do
Tryna get up close and smush him like a roach while he on the phone with you
Tryna shut his body down with no remote just like corona do
Bitch, I won't play it fair, don't take it there, you play right there and lay right there
Hide them Glocks in that trunk, bitch, I'ma dump and you won't make it there
These drugs got me stuck and got me movin' 'round like a lazy bear
Like fuck the legs, we hit his head, you know I fuckin' hate the cap
Know I hate the cap
No cap rapper, know I hate the cap rap
You gon' get clapped
When you hear the bap
Bitch, I'm in the trap for real
Tryna shut his body down with no remote just like corona do
Bitch, I won't play it fair, don't take it there, you play right there and lay right there
Hide them Glocks in that trunk, bitch, I'ma dump and you won't make it there
These drugs got me stuck and got me movin' 'round like a lazy bear
Like fuck the legs, we hit his head, you know I fuckin' hate the cap
Know I hate the cap
No cap rapper, know I hate the cap rap
You gon' get clapped
When you hear the bap
Bitch, I'm in the trap for real
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