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Jealous Lyrics by YG YG
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They jealous, they envious of me
I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin'
Got it poppin' off a beat
I'm fuckin' on they bitches
They payin', I hit for free
I'm stylin' with no stylist
Stay clean, I got OCD
You niggas soft, when you follow, you nigga's sheep
Hit a buff nigga with hollows
It make him weak
Yeah, that red blue shit kool
But I want that green
Ooh, that wire just hit
I feel relief
I fly private it's lit, lit
It's field trip
Buy her bags, my type of bags they be meal ticks
I can fuck up a check, nigga
I got it, still rich
I came straight from the bottom to the top
That's a heelflip
They ain't talkin' that cloth talk
We'll hit the kill switch
I just wrote a script
Somebody call up Will Smith
Pockets full of a blue hunnids
You would've swore a nigga crip
Niggas ballin'
But they ain't James Harden scorin' like this
I'm fuckin' the game with a STD
Contagious as fuck
I spread the game out to the team
You lame as fuck, I prolly seen you on a meme
Poppin' as fuck you prolly on a screen, nigga
Let me floss, Hugo Boss, vroom, vroom, whip talk
Cuban buss down, yellow diamonds, ooh, he pissed off
White gold, yellow gold, same time, crisscrossed
I like ghetto bitches that wear too much lip gloss
Drip it off, pick it up, make it shake, drop it off
Bitches catchin' feelings, one-handed
Damn, she Randy Moss
Know the cost, profit loss
Nigga, I'm a fuckin' boss
Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth
We don't do no fuckin' Ross
The Maybach gloss, the '64 gloss
Candy paint be drippin' off
You bought all them watches but ain't bought no house
You fuckin' false
Heart on cold, leave 'em frost
Fuck her, leave, she wake up lost
Got that sauce
I got hoe, hoe, hoes, hoes, Santa Claus
Lamborghini, new Ferrari
Drive it crazy, I'm not sorry
Would've thought I was a collector
How I keep a barbie, love her partly
You can never school me, baby, I'm too tardy
I'ma dog, leave my mark
My shit permanent, it's sharpie
They jealous, they envious of me
I'm rich as fuck
I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat
I'm fuckin' on they bitches they payin'
I hit for free
I'm stylin' with no stylist
Stay clean, I got OCD
You niggas soft, when you follow, you nigga's sheep
Hit a buff nigga with hollows
It make him weak
Yeah, that red blue shit kool
But I want that green
Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief
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