Alex Wiley - No Jam lyrics

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Alex Wiley - No Jam lyrics

[Hook] No Jam will take me alive x4 Verse 1 (Alex Wiley): Damn where the f** was I? You know I keep two b's rolled Sour D's and Blue Cheese Smoke Keep these hoes on they knees though Like Tim Tebow after he scores Ask me if I give a f**, I be like who the f** are you? My Master P CD be exactly what imma f** her to Bumpin bout it bout it you know I pull out when I'm bout to nut Better get the f** around me you know I get loud when Im about to nut, uh Swaggin as if we couldn't fail I don't give a f** about much n***a, as if you couldn't tell I can't and I won't but you n***as be giving a big f** Drinking apple juice out my pimp cup Getting my dick s**ed Smoke till I get stuck Wish you n***as good luck! Cause you ain't got no chance against your mans I break dance, hit me, f** around and break your hands against your mans Never stress over that little sh**, b**h always take it in stride I lied When it comes to jams, no jam will take me alive [Hook] Verse 2 (Futuristic) Coming around like a beat off that I'm in the bottom of gra** like snakes I'm in the sky like Drake's face on the CD case Annihilate, annihilate, ain't got to time to compensate Wish you be on that It go this n***a then me Big mouth gator, that means I'm greater If you got weed then put it in raw papers I've been gold like the candy now and later Call up your neighbor and borrow some sugar Who's your favorite rapper, I could pick like a booger Rappers are signin' these deals, getting f**ed By these labels who pay you that make you a hooker And it's crazy, I'm way better Give me 46 opponents, I'm feelin' like Mayweather Rappers say they cold, they feelin' like May weather Me, I'm actually cold, I chill in eight sweaters Focused on my endeavors, my flow has been kind of clever No gimmicks, I got no image, no hat in no leather Introduce you to Futuristic, hi, it's been a pleasure Introduce you to Futuristic twice so don't forget him [Hook]