Speak up – Jay Critch lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Speak up

Hey, yeah, hey.
He said he talking money
Speak up nigga, 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 niggas turn fake
F*ck niggas, ain’t on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas 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 nigga 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 sucking 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 niggas
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 passing 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 nigga, 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 niggas turn fake versuri-lyrics.info
F*ck niggas, ain’t on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas ain’t tryna get to the cheese.

Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot Imma feennn. (x3)
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