#JAHLIL BEATS FULL#

Part might feel my boy’s caps and a glass of more Patron. Might not see tomorrow, so tonight I tear the shit closer, Pussy popping like the paparazzi camera when they saw me. Standing in the line while I’m standing on a sofa, I be going in, here we go again, ain’t got to ask no question, though.īottles from out that roof, sparkle right on my whole sectionīitch, you know I am out of marley, probably off a tooth,Īll black, probably killing scenes where youth. That’s why your bitch’s here and leaves with her head popping. My whole team’s winning, losing never was an option, Gold chains on racks hanging from my pocket. I’m in this black air heesy, straight to Givenchy,

#JAHLIL BEATS FULL#

Pocket full of hundreds and I’m feeling like a milli. With a pitch of perfect bitch, come and get a codac. See me with the prepare hood, niggers they don’t have to trade on. Ready to go, tell ‘em they don’t have to wait on, I’m all about my twat, and there I wanna vet, Probably fly trotter, fly a litter faller. I should go before the sun up, welcome back tutter, We’re like jaded on my aye, separate make a G. I made it God’s grace to say I’m turning late, I wish a nigger would’ve put his life to the test. Screaming my mind, but ain’t no Johnny ill. Gotta find it in a drill, my niggers got it, still Loaded, I’m loaded, where should I begin? I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, I’m loaded, Tell ‘em I ain’t living to the late finish, Probably somewhere you can’t even get it,ĭon’t try, we gonna be here for a minute,

Jahlil beats