The Purist - Jealosuy lyrics

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The Purist - Jealosuy lyrics

[Hook] The cheddar breed jealousy… The cheddar breed jealousy Especially if that man f**ed up [Verse 1] Y'all don't know where I come from, n***a You don't know what I've been through, ho Said I wasted my time, huh? Look, b**h, I done told you so I done got on my own sh** I ain't need your help, though b**h, I know I did it You ain't gotta tell me so I done come a long way, I'm grindin', grindin' Really, I ain't really have sh** Now your b**h see me shinin', prime-timin' And she all up on my dick ‘Cause she know I'm ballin', ballin' J. J. Redick comin' off that pit Shake, take pics, open up her mouth And my dick is about to go switch b**h, it's… Danny Motherf**in' Brown And you know I'm in beast mode So b**h go run them c-notes She come through naked in a pea coat ‘Cause she know she about to deep throat Rubbin' on her clit, playin' with her pee hole Lookin' like she playin' Guitar Hero You n***as ain't in my league, ho My flow's so down, my lingo No n***a, you ain't my amigo No senor, you no chico I do not speak no Spanish So I don't know what that mean, yo I met this Filipino, and she was jalapeño [Hook] [Verse 2] Get up off of your a**, n***a Worried about my f**, boy I don't love that b**h Ho just my f** toy Got the game in an uproar Y'all are lames and so boring Now your b**h got her tits out Tryna get my laundry - oh boy! I'm on some other sh** ‘Cause y'all done got me f**ed up Y'all don't know who y'all f**in' with I'm a Linwood n***a ‘til I'm dead in the grave Detroit techno, shootin' off weight n***a'd overtake ya back in the day Don't make me go back to that n***a in the braids Raised wrong, caged, but a n***a escaped So b**h-n***a, don't make me take that bait n***as in the hood got love for me No Limits, got Dungarees So I'm just tryna smoke my weed Tell me where the hoes at All up in my cell phone n***a you already know that So I'mma call some hoes up Tell ‘em bring some drink through We gon' have a party Called up your man Achbo So last song, gettin' f**ed up ‘Cause we ain't worried ‘bout it Smokin' on that Master P b**h we ‘bout it, ‘bout it [Hook]