J.K. The Rapper – Vexed LyricsFollow
I never gave a fuck
Feeling like a goose around these ducks
Feeling stuck, what the fuck?
Got my middle finger up
Got my Levi's cuffed
Yea, these fucking chucks
But you don't see me reppin' Taylor Gang
I rep my gang until the fame come
Name one nigga better, wait, hmmmm...
Gotta think about it
When rappin' they crowd around him
Gotta smile cause he wildin'
I admit I'm sorta childish, but fuck it
Cause that's my style bitch
Love it or Leave it
My team got a dream
And I'm possessed by all these demons
That be tellin' me "You gotta stay on point,"
Like the winner of a spelling b
With my nigga Niko rollin' something up; medically
Green like Celery
Bitches thinkin' they special b
Titties look like the letter B sideways
Old people always sayin' "Back in my Days"
But I'm 18, you was lame when you was my age
So these are my days
Screaming fuck the law cause my homie said Crime-Pays... nigga
Say word nigga(i'm on it)
You gotta feel me though
Yea I curse alot
Cause I dont give a fuck alot
Fuck adults, Fuck Teachers, Fuck Preachers
Always saying I need Jesus
But fuck it, I'm me
Ain't no different, you a sinner too; just like me
Sayin' I'm gon' go to hell & that just might be
But there won't be another nigga on this Earth
Can you fuck with that?
Winter too cold, but I'm hot; bring the summer back
Got a bitch in the back, screaming like a thundercat
And she take balls like a runnin' back
Yes I am a rapper put the "J.K." infront of that
Then she fell in love with that
Don't trip, I ain't a pimp
Arizona what I sip
Black & Mild; wood tip, fuck polo, I'm the shit
Grab a swisher, gut it out, fill it with weed & roll that shit
Grab a bic, let it burn, then take a hit
Then pass it
That's exactly the shit that keep a nigga from spazzin'.... out
I wanna use this last verse to say something political
Homie's support at 1st, but then they wanna get rid of you
Shawty ain't know you existed & now she is so into you
And People that don't know you always Judge & Ridicule
But Fuck 'em!
That's what I tell myself
I don't need y'all fuckers I can help myself
And I got my team what the hell you still here for?
Young nigga, mad Vexed & I'm real raw
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