LOOSE

[Chorus: Sean Leon]

Bitches gettin' loose

Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)

This shit be the proof (Damn)

We be gettin' two

[Verse 1: Jordan Fall, Sean Leon]

They waitin' on it like they campin' out

Real shit that we campaign 'bout

Road to riches, on the champagne route

Golden rings for the champions (Damn)

Ayy, black and yellow diva (Yellow diva)

So you know I had to steal her (Had to steal her)

Pretty face with no concealer (No concealer)

Behind the scenes, I bet you never seen her (Nеver seen her)

I might pass her off to Leela (Off to Leela)

Shit, I might pass hеr off to Teeya (Woo)

They see us and they ease up

See us and they freeze up

Real talk, this ain't rappin' shit

Backstage I ain't dappin' shit (Damn, haha)

How they sendin' shots but ain't 'bouta dance?

I'm rappin' now, let me take my stance, pussy (Whoa)

[Chorus: Sean Leon]

Bitches gettin' loose

Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)

This shit be the proof (Damn)

We be gettin' two (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jordan Fall]

Whoa, lifestyle be unreal (Unreal)

Had to keep my neck on chill (On chill)

Diamonds in the pendant real (Real)

Diamonds, independent, motherfuck a deal (Deal)

Ayy, I be talkin' real shit when I'm standin' in the booth, hoe

Yeah, false accusations, so far from the truth, hoe

If I ain't over here then I'm back on the ground homie

They be tryna watch our moves

They be clockin' down the time homie

Talkin' all this real shit, freestyle, hold up (Hold up)

Had to bring it back, motherfucker wait, hold up (Hold up)

I ain't really spittin', motherfucker I just throw up

I be comin' from the B's, Westside on the glow up

[Chorus: Sean Leon]

Bitches gettin' loose

Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)

This shit be the proof (Damn)

We be gettin' two (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Sean Leon]

I be thinkin' about me

Only think about me, I don't think about them

I know why they hatin' on me

I'm a independent nigga and I kill 'em with the pen

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Could've been a politician but I'd rather be a G

They quote and they love my whole speech

That's a real rock tee, three hunnid a pop for that

Ain't seen my daughter, I been thinking 'bout revenge

Eighty-four or five Benz, that's Daddivelli and friends

Pop up on the scene, can't stop to talk to a fan

I be on a date, she in awe, I'm gettin' the jaw later

In there like a jawbreaker

It's hard for me to hate this job

In my mind I'm like an— (Ugh, shit)

In my mind I'm like an inch from God

I could pitch a flow, I could tear a clique apart

Give her stiff dick, I could tear the clit apart

I can diss, I can destroy or make real art

I can be underground or be a popping star

I could—