Jogger - Buzzer Beaters lyrics

[Verse 1: Jogger] Yeah It's Goldchaser in the building try to wear me out You haters see me walkin and you're just starin me down I gotta b**h in LA and she's just tearin me down Kings see queens b**h, so I guess your b**h a** owes me a crown Yalls raps are unoriginal, older than Betty White Write on the check what she can do, call that the Bill of Rights This is serious flow, cuz you know me I'm pounding yo girl you can't touch this, like a hammer no MC Took your girl to France, but the weed only got louder All she want is french kissing, swimming in that p**y like a flounder Yo girl gone missing, but I'll bet you never found her Cuz I was all up in her room showin her my eiffle tower Seinfeld was on the show, but boy, don't touch me But he's still touchin the game like his name is Sandusky Ever since I was little I knew I could do sh** Rapping is like my 6th sense, on that Bruce Willis sh** She said she heard Jogger, but she wasn't a fan But I'll convert her, make her face so white, it can't dance Got all these haters, and they try to hate on me But I got thirsty b**hes on my dick I just call that sh** Dasani You could say that I'm Indian, cuz I blow up on the hoes' twin towers You know I got b**hes money's growin like a flower Got all this cash I make it rain, boy I make it shower You can check my Rolex, so many rocks UONO the hour She say she don't s** dick on the first date, but I'll let her I won't treat ya like your last guy, I'll treat ya better Her legs open like a letter and it's makin her get wetter All Jogger wants is cheese, no sharp cheddar Haters you should stay low Yo girl givin me Halo I just wanna spread love, like my heart is mayo My lines do it bigger than caps lock You think you're number one, but your really just half pac Gotta fly b**h, go down on me like a blackhawk Girls numbers come around like a padlock Yeah The only time I'm close to losin is when I'm wearin a tie All these rappers optometrists only carin about the I Ironic like bankers who will not approve a loan Bought my whip off the Internet my rims are Google Chrome I'm just tryna get outta school like it's gra** stains And to get under her bra it only takes a half brain Get the doctor, emergency, my heads fillin with Mercury I'm certainly gettin hurt you see I'm slowly turnin into Hercules Muscles growin and veins showin purpely So watch me go harder than the dick of Ron Burgundy I get money to k** time, so haters hide the clocks But I'm still motorboating the hoes, we just don't need any docks I love bad b**hes, so father's hide your daughters "What you talkin bout Willis?" Willis was talkin bout JOGGER! She finna blow like I'm Osama I'm sick of all the drama I'm white but black on the inside, call me the reverse Obama b*tch I'm Jogger with the ultimate verses and perfect lines Puttin them together whether my rhyme one at a time So you haters need to stop testin me Cuz you know you can't "F" with me Steppin to me with insuperior weaponry Exposin yourself to the verbal radiations Sayin you can defeat me is nothin but speculation Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels b**hes be diggin my styles like fossils and 'terodactyls Who wanna battle? I'm bad to the bone marrow The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows With my girl Haters couldn't touch me if they gave me a ma**age MCs will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch She's checkin out what I'm carryin, like a librarian She's all over my f**in cucumber, it turn her vegetarian But I'm takin you b**hes home, like I'm the veterinarian But i guess, if you need me then I'm the disciplinarian Im sorry Ms. Jackson for keeping you from the action/ Please let me come clean See here how it happened, all of this was an accident You are too young to have a reaction Your momma had some contractions now your the accident Guess this is the end of every artists career, my lines quietly brilliant so my genius is harder to hear My money is so young that they still card us for beer You're right I'm not from the hood, I wear cardigans here I go hard on my verses Rozay goin to churches You can barely reach the surface Me without the mic is like Andrew without a teacher Pitbull without a feature Now I'm hittin buzzer beaters haters sittin on the bleachers This one's for Miss Jackson So ima make this flow smooth like im waxin Its like a brazillian you can find me, chillin on the pavilion Just realize im the king you a civilian but no doubt your daughters my queen Its like im the student and shes the dean So she tryin to teach And im sittin here tryin to preach How come, every day The a.k.s gotta be sprayin and you watchin and hatin I know this is your daughter and this is your creation But when im with her I just feel elation I love her like a japenese kid loves playstation She said to come over last night, see what I bought ch ya But just for the Gucci bags, that b**h would've fought ch ya If you think I'm still just a rapper, i guess i shoulda taught ch ya Jogger still young sinatra yes i f**in gotcha b**h its Jogger