Top Songs By JASPER ROSS
Credits
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JASPER ROSS
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Jonny Gorenc
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JASPER ROSS
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Jonathan Gorenc
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Lyrics
Uh, drag racing in the paddy wagon
No Ru Paul, I’m tryna get a move on
While all these dumb killers tryna box me like a U-Haul
Still stay calm kick my shoes off
I’be been getting too hot, the competition lukewarm
I stay ‘bout my money, got my scissors and my coupons
I been in the kitchen with the spice and chicken bouillon
Cheffin’, ambidextrous when I put the soup on
Come get a bowl if you tryna roll with me
Can’t be kicking it with folks who try to dip when it gets sticky
Inner circle getting full, but relationships are iffy
When you’re getting paid, friend or foe gets real tricky
Keep my wits about me
If they catch me slipping then they’ll clown me
So I keep them rubber soles on during outings
Checking my surroundings
Gotta keep the noggin on a swivel
And the pencil always jotting down my findings
How loud the crowd be?
Well I be filling up arenas, so the world can see us
All across the globe, my instrumentals in their speakers
I pay my homage to the storytellers and the preachers
Drop the album, go on tour, then make more money off of features
I’m the killer that them hitters in the streets be talm bout
All that noisy chatter, gotta tell them riders quiet down
Spitting fire like a building by an arsonist
I’m the illest till the sarcophagus
Ya feel me?
This is my life and I live it well
And ain’t nobody like me far as I can tell
One of one, I’m that boy indeed
Ain’t nobody really built like me
Nah they ain’t built like me
This is my life and I live it well
And ain’t nobody like me far as I can tell
One of one, I’m that boy indeed
Ain’t nobody really built like me
Nah they don’t hit like me
I always make my first appearance at the after party
Now I’m lounging in a hotel lobby, got her arms around me
Hop on the mic and all my cuts is cold just like salami
I’m running circles round em, you could call me Ricky Bobby
Never picking up the phone but you can leave a message
Always set my goals and never ever second guess em
Always get the dough, the cheddar comes without a question
I’m counting up my blessings, I can’t imagine
Ever being somebody who’s not getting it, I’d be sick of it
Contagious flow, I spray so ridiculous, leave no witnesses
Biggest container could never fit me in and the kicker is
I still got room to grow, I am living my life so limitless
I’ve been penniless, but now I count it up
Never stacking ones, all my bills at least a Hamilton
And they weigh a ton, I can’t stack enough
Throw it in the truck, it’s like a Brinks the way I’m armored up
Mobbing in the cut
This is what I does, you could never try to go and replicate it
Grinded all my life and yes the shine was worth the waiting
And my team is big, we leave the venue motorcading
El Presidente of the game, I’m over overrated
Ain’t no more going back and forth like playing pickle ball
About who got the crown, don’t sit and act like I ain’t been involved
If my name ain’t in your mouth, then what you talking bout?
I’m the only one really holding down
Ugh
Written by: JASPER ROSS, Jonathan Gorenc