Wonya Love - k**ing lyrics

[Hook 1: Jimmy The Third] Jimmy k**ing, Jimmy k**ing Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy k**ing Jimmy k**ing, Jimmy k**ing Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy White boy, I ain't mad Go ahead with your lettuce and the cheddar and the bread Drake-ing it up How come every lightskin dude want to take offense? Jimmy k**ing, Jimmy k**ing Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy k**ing [Interlude: Kayla Jordan] Like, I'm not really even into rapping and sh** But I just had to jump on this track This one track Let's go! [Verse 1: Kayla Jordan] Boy I'm k**ing, you can catch me 'round at Tammy's Whipping gourmet sh**, they call me Gordon Ramsay Got on my pajamas in the club, I'm Luka Sabbat Hit the blunt, I'm Alice, all I see is rabbits f** with me, I'll run up on ya, Gabe Jennings I'm naming people I don't know but I'm still winning I'm Kaywop b**h you know me, I [?] in Bentley's Tinted shades, no Eazy E, b**h I'm John Lennon b**h I'm rolling up and I could see you walking by Talking that sh** a minute ago, what'd you say now? I walk up in the spot, they see me, you won't matter You order dollar menu, the whole platter [Hook 2: Kayla Jordan] Jimmy k**ing, nah, Kayla k**ing I pull up in the Bentley with them neon extensions I look at all of these things and I say "Damn I'm winning" I swerve from lane to lane and I ain't get a ticket Jimmy k**ing and Kayla k**ing We pull up, f** sh** up, that's how you know we winning My n***a Jimmy with me and he down to ride Jayla k**ing, b**h call that homicide [Verse 2: Jimmy The Third] Damn Kay, a homicide? Mind as well throw y'all in the oven 400 preheat, might season if you get lucky I'm full of myself and I'm still starving I'm a Rocket, n***a I'm James Harden Ain't no time soon kids dropping Save all that sh** for Miss Poppins From Cali to the Bama, we jamming in pajamas Thots splitting the banana with no need of gentle manners I am very respective in my perspective, I'm not a player Yet I dress and look that good, the sh** must taste like blue flavored My n***a [Interlude: Jimmy The Third] On some real sh** like cut the bullsh** Like I really think that I'm a cute a** n***a Like for real, like no jokes I'm just like f**ing 10 Like I really just came out looking like, this [Verse 3: Jimmy The Third] Up in this in all black like Lupita Your girlfriend I'd love to meet her in a long a** mink, call PETA I need a miss Minaj to keep the stress away, ma**age I got the juice but I'll take that chance, I'll pop up like message! Kaywop you know she zooming in the Bent got this thing booming Suited in all red Pumas, they will jock like nothing's cooler Won't have the satisfaction 'til they ask how much he make? Blame it on the tinted shades, robbing Wednesdays by mistake [Hook 3: Jimmy The Third] Jimmy k**ing, Jimmy k**ing Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy k**ing Jimmy k**ing, Jimmy k**ing Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy White boy, I ain't mad Go ahead with the cheddar and the lettuce and the bread Drake-ing it up How come every lightskin dude wants to take offense? Jimmy k**ing, Jimmy k**ing Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy k**ing