G-Eazy - JFK (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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G-Eazy - JFK (en) Lyrics
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Turn up the party
(This for the hoes to get ready to)
Yes, I'm outta my body
Sippin' this drink done got me started
I walk in and turn up the party
Lookin' for a shawty
Baby, you should let me take you home
And if you got a best friend,
you should bring her with ya
We could run a tag team, we
could run a switch up
'Til you're satisfied enough
Baby, we could turn this party up
When I dip out, all the
girls leave with me
How I run it here? This
ain't even my city
Why? Four or five shots past tipsy
After this weekend I'ma
need a new kidney
A pick me said 'Can you flick me'?
Put her in the Louv, put
her in the Whitney
Uh, missed calls drop quickly
She hit me one more time
Cause she know I got Britney
I need energy, I need the Remedy
I need the Blanco, I need Hennessy
I take shots like John F
Heartbreak kid, got me
comin' out the shirt
Three baddies on me and
they all tryna twerk
Rollin' all night, mixin'
brown with the white
Askin' me questions when
you know that I'm
And I'm lit like the
tip of a cigarette
But I'm still on point like a pyramid
I got bitches at the door
bruh get 'em in
One black, one white, one cinnamon
Black trucks to the after
hours fit 'em in
Who is Bruh? He with you,
bruh, get your man
Two bitches in my face
tryna tongue swap
She think she comin' to the
telly, she a thot bop
I keep drinkin' this tequila
like it's spring water
Jumpin' on the couch, just tryna
knock a spring out her
Your drink keep spillin'
on me, lil' biatch
I'm a motherfuckin' boy, you see it
We could run a switch up
Please support me on
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