Bruuuv by Joshter Jay Lyrics
[Verse 1: Joshter Jay]
"Ayo, Jay, where you been? Come here and save rap"
"You're the best we've ever seen and the best we've ever had"
I was busy counting green but I ain't talking 'bout no cash
You can call me Mr. Bean, 'cause I'm always in my bag
You'd get fucked with the chopper, and boned if you're goofy
Have some foreplay with the MAC, you'd get stoned with the Uzi
And I'm always with the pack of saints, bro, no Drew Brees
'Cause I flow like water, I'm a pro like Bruce Lee
Yo, shoutout to Mr. West, can I talk my shit again?
Thought rap was evolving but now y'all are just shit again
We filled 'em up with lead and then we started killing 'em
But now we brought 'em back from the dead to get killed again
"Jay, wait a sec, is it true, are you the greatest yet?"
"I heard that you're great but you claim you've never made a check
"So what, you just enjoy when these rappers get laid to rest?"
Yes, all except Chazer 'cause I hate the rest of these motherfuckers thinking they can spit
I know it's hard to swallow, but you'll never be the shit
I know you want to swallow, but get the fuck off of my dick
You're just a fucking little prick, I'll slow it down a little bit
Yeah, okay, allow me to slow it down
You said you're the king of rap but you wear a phony crown
See, my words are weapons, this scheme's a loaded round
I'ma beat you to the ground, and my skills are so renowned
But growing up, I just wanted to be like the rappers I saw on MTV
Now growing up, your son says he wants to be me
Shit, my whole life's a wish come true like a repeat of the movie about the dickhead and the genie
Yo, what's the difference between you and I?
I'm not afraid to admit that I've tried to commit suicide
Multiple times, maybe between two and five
I'm like Hitler on the mic but with blonder hair and blue-er eyes
Someone has to die, I guess it's you or I
But I'm not talking 'bout the vowels, I mean you're gonna lose your life
I'm the light in the dark, I shine like the moon at night
There might not be a second chance, so be sure to do it right
I do it nice on the raps when I'm spitting on the beat
And I'll slice up your cat if you're licking on my feet
Yo, I'm shitting on you neeks
Let's be real, I'm not threatening at all but I got 'em dipping in the streets and they're -
[Chorus: Joshter Jay]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I got 'em swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it come full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
[Verse 2: Chazer Wazer]
Probably some off beat rapey shit that's doesn't match the tempo of the song
Or something else, who bloody knows? Not this geezer, that's for sure
[Chorus: Joshter Jay]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I got 'em swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it come full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
"Ayo, Jay, where you been? Come here and save rap"
"You're the best we've ever seen and the best we've ever had"
I was busy counting green but I ain't talking 'bout no cash
You can call me Mr. Bean, 'cause I'm always in my bag
You'd get fucked with the chopper, and boned if you're goofy
Have some foreplay with the MAC, you'd get stoned with the Uzi
And I'm always with the pack of saints, bro, no Drew Brees
'Cause I flow like water, I'm a pro like Bruce Lee
Yo, shoutout to Mr. West, can I talk my shit again?
Thought rap was evolving but now y'all are just shit again
We filled 'em up with lead and then we started killing 'em
But now we brought 'em back from the dead to get killed again
"Jay, wait a sec, is it true, are you the greatest yet?"
"I heard that you're great but you claim you've never made a check
"So what, you just enjoy when these rappers get laid to rest?"
Yes, all except Chazer 'cause I hate the rest of these motherfuckers thinking they can spit
I know it's hard to swallow, but you'll never be the shit
I know you want to swallow, but get the fuck off of my dick
You're just a fucking little prick, I'll slow it down a little bit
Yeah, okay, allow me to slow it down
You said you're the king of rap but you wear a phony crown
See, my words are weapons, this scheme's a loaded round
I'ma beat you to the ground, and my skills are so renowned
But growing up, I just wanted to be like the rappers I saw on MTV
Now growing up, your son says he wants to be me
Shit, my whole life's a wish come true like a repeat of the movie about the dickhead and the genie
Yo, what's the difference between you and I?
I'm not afraid to admit that I've tried to commit suicide
Multiple times, maybe between two and five
I'm like Hitler on the mic but with blonder hair and blue-er eyes
Someone has to die, I guess it's you or I
But I'm not talking 'bout the vowels, I mean you're gonna lose your life
I'm the light in the dark, I shine like the moon at night
There might not be a second chance, so be sure to do it right
I do it nice on the raps when I'm spitting on the beat
And I'll slice up your cat if you're licking on my feet
Yo, I'm shitting on you neeks
Let's be real, I'm not threatening at all but I got 'em dipping in the streets and they're -
[Chorus: Joshter Jay]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I got 'em swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it come full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
[Verse 2: Chazer Wazer]
Probably some off beat rapey shit that's doesn't match the tempo of the song
Or something else, who bloody knows? Not this geezer, that's for sure
[Chorus: Joshter Jay]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I got 'em swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it come full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'