"Jezebel" lyrics
tn_490 & Strandz Lyrics
Haha, this some plus four shit (4)
Jezebel wasn't born (Party in South, yeah, it's cool)
With a silver spoon in her mouth (what's the word, what's the)
Yo, like, we don't really play a lot
S could make money lidge or he could slay a crop
But that ain't paying off
I wonder if I pray enough
Nigga if you want me dead you better spray enough
I tell these niggas stay in school
This shit don't favour us
I never been a favourite nigga, I made it up
Bro said his shavers tucked
But I don't feel safe enough
The olders failing us
Like you don't feel shame or what
But fuck that shit, I want more
She want Prada and Dior
Spend a Milli on my Queen
Ain't spent nada on a whore
Growing up I learnt the law
Damn, I need a street degree from what I heard and what I saw
But I'm graduate now, open door after door
But the trauma don't go
Comes fast and heals slow
That summer *** made it snow
** is kinda lidge till *** get the reload
Used to cop a Zino
Now it's couple kilos
*** on the free flow
Jezebel, wasn't born
With a silver spoon in her mouth
Jezebel, what a belle
Looks like a princess in her new dress
Yo, it's hard to see the city when you living in the jungle
And you won't understand dealers if your parents fund you
And when you with the robbers nigga you'll get scared of money
You know friends move funny, how you gonna shoot on me
I can see you aiming, red dot on my chest
Trust me I feel the stress
If you don't pull it off
Nigga I will pull it next
I don't wanna cause a mess
My shawty too underdressed
Baby get a bally on
I don't want endanger you
Delicate papillon
I just feel like saving you
But girl, I need saving too
I feel things the same as you
Don't know how to show it yet
In the hood you never do
Niggas try and step on you
It's real shit like when you feel on guard all your life (Party in south)
And you don't really let no one in
When it's time to do it, ain't easy, you feel me?
That's really making it out, you made it out the hood in your head
Half the niggas make it out their still trapped in their head, you feel me?
Jezebel (Party in South) wasn't born
With a silver spoon in her mouth
Jezebel, what a belle
Looks like a princess in her new dress
This some plus four shit (4)
Jezebel wasn't born (Party in South, yeah, it's cool)
With a silver spoon in her mouth (what's the word, what's the)
Yo, like, we don't really play a lot
S could make money lidge or he could slay a crop
But that ain't paying off
I wonder if I pray enough
Nigga if you want me dead you better spray enough
I tell these niggas stay in school
This shit don't favour us
I never been a favourite nigga, I made it up
Bro said his shavers tucked
But I don't feel safe enough
The olders failing us
Like you don't feel shame or what
But fuck that shit, I want more
She want Prada and Dior
Spend a Milli on my Queen
Ain't spent nada on a whore
Growing up I learnt the law
Damn, I need a street degree from what I heard and what I saw
But I'm graduate now, open door after door
But the trauma don't go
Comes fast and heals slow
That summer *** made it snow
** is kinda lidge till *** get the reload
Used to cop a Zino
Now it's couple kilos
*** on the free flow
Jezebel, wasn't born
With a silver spoon in her mouth
Jezebel, what a belle
Looks like a princess in her new dress
Yo, it's hard to see the city when you living in the jungle
And you won't understand dealers if your parents fund you
And when you with the robbers nigga you'll get scared of money
You know friends move funny, how you gonna shoot on me
I can see you aiming, red dot on my chest
Trust me I feel the stress
If you don't pull it off
Nigga I will pull it next
I don't wanna cause a mess
My shawty too underdressed
Baby get a bally on
I don't want endanger you
Delicate papillon
I just feel like saving you
But girl, I need saving too
I feel things the same as you
Don't know how to show it yet
In the hood you never do
Niggas try and step on you
It's real shit like when you feel on guard all your life (Party in south)
And you don't really let no one in
When it's time to do it, ain't easy, you feel me?
That's really making it out, you made it out the hood in your head
Half the niggas make it out their still trapped in their head, you feel me?
Jezebel (Party in South) wasn't born
With a silver spoon in her mouth
Jezebel, what a belle
Looks like a princess in her new dress
This some plus four shit (4)
