J Hus

[Intro]

J Hus

Young Daily Rated

Hasta la baby

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Yo, listen, look

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[Verse 1]

Bad B, I make her hold my beater

Body looking like a brick of cocaína

Yo, half white, half Jamaican

She phones my line whenever she spots a paigon

Ooh, she my ride or die

Her body make 'em say, "Oh my, oh my"

Yo, wrist looking all Michael Kors

Her body make a nigga take time and pause

Yo, in the party, lemme get down

Shit gets popping, all my niggas get down

Go round there, everybody get down

I never eat the pussy but them other niggas get down

What? Ayo my yute

You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot

No way, ayo my yute

You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot

Big fat tool everywhere I go

I'm a cool guy but they say I'm psycho

I'm in the Volkswagen banging out Jhené Aiko

They claim they're bad but they're telling lies though

Moving loose with the one pop

Like I'm on suttin'

If I miss the first time then I'ma gun buck him

Trust me, I ain't playing no games

Ask them boys I ain't saying no names

Don't at me on Twitter talking 'bout you don't like me

Beg you grow some balls and come find me

Ride outs

That's the shit you're not used to

Real bad boys never comment on YouTube

Rappers wanna warn me, they ain't got no fire

Face getting bait so I roll with the blow drier

You weren't there when I was having my hard days

Who banged shots in front of African Marj's?

Wait hold up

I swear that was Juju Jay?

I don't know, I can't lie fam, I couldn't say

But he's moist, "How'd you know?" I just heard

Why spread rumors? Come and buck me you nerd

Gun powder on my jacket I still wore it the next day

Vouch for myself, I give a fuck what the rest say

These niggas only trappers on a weekend

Hate me, I got your favorite rappers in my DMs

Paigons had me ducking the last time I left my pole at home

Now Twenty-Fours, I'm with my tool, I never roll alone

I got a thousand rivals

Still I couldn't fear none

Ride on me, I leave my shank in your ear drum

I rid a hundred times

I ain't caught nobody

That's why Juju Jay still ain't caught no bodies

Well, I can't lie, man will ball a couple nobody's

Them man are fuck boys, me, I'm one the top boys (Top boys)

All these niggas turn fake as the time goes by

All I need, all I need is my ride or die

We got a bond I never knew we had

She keeps my big fat shank in her Louis bag

Uh, she fell in love with the Hus

Uh, uh, I'm the one that she trusts

J Hus on the speakers any time that we touch base

Buss gun, buss juj, then we buss case

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Don't panic

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Don't panic

Ay, listen

Ay, part two, listen

Uh, yo, listen

[Verse 2]

Look, I can't lie I'm a sucker for a pretty face

Bad B, thick thighs and a mini waist

When she needs that loving

I can hear it from her tone

I call her my diamond

She's from Sierra Leone

They say I'm no good

I'ma prove you're friends wrong

Who would have thought you'd fall in love with an ex-con?

She never wanna know me when I was broke and poor

She's my home girl now but she want suttin' more

Them niggas watching me

Why they watching me?

Like my nigga won't use that beater

Your girl be watching me, she be watching me

And she be like, "Who's that geezer?"

I said this already

I don't really spit game

I tell her they call me J Hus, that's my nickname

She said, "Stop, you ain't gotta say this

I got all your songs on my playlist"

Hasta la baby

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