Jay Critch - Speak up lyrics

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Jay Critch - Speak up lyrics

Hey, yeah, hey. He said he talking money Speak up n***a, nobody heard ya. She said I move too funny Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you. Remember running off a pack, It’s in the hood what you need, Imma serve you Broke b*tch get back if she ain’t talking chicken then I’m allergic, heyy Imma pull up and I’m flexin on purpose. Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous Shawty I’m hot like the furnace Imma go and get the wraith swervin I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams. These n***as turn fake F*ck n***as, ain’t on the team They should have nothing to say n***as ain’t tryna get to the cheese. Told them to get out my way Do the most for the loot Imma feen. (x3) You could get hit with the k Shooters running down make a scene You could get hit with the k Shooters running down with the beam She all in my face want the diamonds She don’t really want me. She calling me bae and I want the pus*y But I really want green bruh Keep talking this tough sh*t But that n***a pus*y he don’t really want beef. Really gettin’ tired of the subductions Shut em up, throw em back in the v Broke boy change the subject Ain’t talkin’ money, you ain’t talkin’ to me. She s**ing seed like the rug Rats told her pull up, told her get on her knees Come here let me touch that. Shawty bad tryna get in between these n***as Suspect they too fake, had to roll up the weed. Hatch a Buddha back right pour 4 in the lean And I’m too clutch 3 seconds and they pa**ing to me. I’m like boo yah I just hit a lick for the piece. Hey, you a loser Diamonds on me dance Billie Jean Big body take up 2 lanes, I’mma do the dash like Usain I don’t give a f*ck what you say Imma get the cash, I’m too prayed. Tryna get the cash, you too late Diamonds they flash kool-aid, All black jack dooms day. Poured fendi in the bag whohey Hey, yeah, hey. He said he talking money Speak up n***a, nobody heard ya. She said I move too funny Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you. Remember running off a pack, It’s in the hood what you need, Imma serve you Broke b*tch get back if she ain’t talking chicken then I’m allergic, heyy Imma pull up and I’m flexin on purpose. Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous Shawty I’m hot like the furnace Imma go and get the wraith swervin I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams. These n***as turn fake F*ck n***as, ain’t on the team They should have nothing to say n***as ain’t tryna get to the cheese. Told them to get out my way Do the most for the loot Imma feennn. (x3)