Cain La Lo - Jibster King lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh Mic check one Yeah Jmoney Mr. J of a king f** with me Yo yo [Verse] So I'm getting a little more gangsta When I keep on rapping When I got up for work that morning last year on October 17th I did not know what happened I guess Brandon crashed his truck Like man that s**s I'm the Jibster King When I have my hipster ring Like man ring a ding a ling This is a different type of song I'm doing Like changing my tone Call up a hot lady on my phone What's up Come on let's bone This is how it goes Do you know how I roll Put your hands up And rap with me at my show Cause you motherf**ers like me like oh Now let's get with the flow Let's go f**ers like it Come on girl let's dyke it I have a crush She makes me blush But I can't ask her out So I keep it a hush What's up with the fuss Hey Mom I'm sorry I want to cuss But we need some trust Like my heart broke so hard it was damaged I can rap and people listen to me Cause that's what fans is I got ants in my pants I can do good with romance I'm charming Don't disrespect a girl like hara**ing b**h that's harming I'll kick your a** you p**y Fight like a man Stick up for my lady Like she needs a hand Don't fight I have Jmoney and it could get expand You know I have the fans And now you will be like damn I have the fame You just lost a b**h a** p**y game Like f** So how do you like me Do you wanna fight Don't underestimate me I have good statistics And everything needs to be more specific But boy ain't that terrific Excuse me I'm gonna kiss a girl with pink lipstick Right in my district And now I think you need a f**ing biscuit I'm twisted But I can be totally gifted (Hey Jibster did the fight happened yet) You just f**ing missed it And now I'm in my Camaro I'm driving so narrow Let's stop at the Egyptian to see a pharaoh I want to be a pirate Maybe like Jack Sparrow But I'll need a GPS to get there So I'll follow the arrow Who the f** dropped a barrow Come on you need to put it in tighter And the sun out here is getting brighter And I'm a f**ing fighter Get a cigarette And light it with a lighter I make movies So I call myself a writer Come on I always stay up For an all nighter Oh yeah, yeah I'm so higher Jibster, Jibster, The Jibster King who can not sing But who needs to sing Cause music doesn't always have to sing in song I like rap, rapping is like your talking fast And boy doing it is a blast When I do it You do it Then we all do it And keep on doing it Like we have the flu And makes you can't fight So you can't do some Jitsu Does this fit you I think I tricked you I'm rapping and trapping and crapping And sacking then start packing to start tracking I'm glad I'm not Schizo anymore No more meltdowns I could of swore part of it was my ex But I'm picky now who I date I need to know the girl Before she's my soul mate And if she's the one I hope we have good fate So let's find the right one But I need to concentrate Now who will it be like damn So I'm rapping hardcore And who knows it's so intense It'll make me voice sore I'm loud at rapping So I close my door sh** they sometimes can hear me But do you fear me Jibster King yeah Did you like it (repeats and fades away)