Jam on ’Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
b*tch I don't wanna f*ck around with you anyway
I got my own money, I don't need your help thumbin'
Think she struck the load, b*tch gon' of the dope di*k
Go ahead on with that hoe sh*t
b*tch don't suck di*k, I don't wanna f*ck with
Hit it, she a quickie, I'm on to some more sh*t
b*tch talking money for the pus*y is bullsh*t
f*ck it, Bloody Jay hit the b*tch with the dope di*k

[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
You knew what you came here for
You ain't wanna f*ck, what you spend the night for?
Bring a friend cause I kinda like her
Michael Jackson beat her cause I hit her with a glove
No GP, I don't GP

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Got a million dollar di*k and a list for you to sign
It's offend on take, that's a fine
Jumping out the dresser like Shawn Michaels
She want me to do it one more time for the Vine
Whole di*k in her, put it all in her spine
Said 10 got me thinking that that skinky b*tch fine
Now she drank a lil, pop it up, and keep calling my line
She b*tches out the trenches popping, I put her in line
I just jam on 'em, I don't f*ck around, she ain't mine
Ain't no cuffing but the Ferragamo buckle match my mink skin Margielas
Longway and Bloody Jay, we kick it like the Goodfellas
Jam on 'em, what a duck, yeah, we plucking his feathers
Save my b*tch to make ya nut, kid, don't I get the chowder
A lawyer always told me cheddar was better
She put the leave a b*tch and f*ck whoever
[Verse 3: Bloody Jay]
Connected with hip is my papi, like pepper
b*tch I don't need you to chow through the cheddar
Fly with the fish, get the tuna together
Longway, Fonzarelli, cooling leather
These b*tches ain't sh*t, get my b*tch from Belgium
Griselda Blanco, serving tacos
Longway f*ck all these b*tches with it, Vado
Paint that b*tch face on her way, Picasso
Jam on 'em, touch down with a truck load, Longway b*tch
[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Jam on 'em, you knew what you came here for
I just jam on 'em, you ain't wanna f*ck, what you spend the night for?
I just jam on 'em, bring a friend cause I kinda like her
Michael Jackson beat her cause I hit her with a glove
No GP, I don't GP
I just jam on 'em, slam on 'em
Damn I want her, bamb on her
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em

[Verse 5: Swae Lee]
n*ggas p*ssed off like Kirk, she P
Hit her, pain, ball head bullets
I told you I like that pus*y bald when I run into it
Brown, no St. Louis, trapping, that's just one note from St. Louis
She a lunatic, begging me to take my mask off
Like the n*gga from The Lunatics, what is it with this b*tch?
Said she can't slow down, drop a Actavis
Put my whole arm in it like Vix, trapping up and down
[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
You knew what you came here for
You ain't wanna f*ck, what you spend the night for?
Bring a friend cause I kinda like her
Michael Jackson beat her cause I hit her with a glove
No GP, I don't GP

[Verse 6: Slim Jxmmi]
Pocket full of gold packs, I'm popping gold bottles
Only bussing these strippers and models like my forefathers
Freaky Cididi, b*tches chew me up until they jaw broke
I just slam on 'em, turn around, Space Jam on 'em
Slim Jimmy, pimp Jimmy
Jam on 'em, and I took the motherf*cking rim with me
Yellow wrist make a b*tch do a 360
Took her mama to the crib, made her walk different
Took her mama to the crib, made her talk different
I'm not cuffing, I'm not kissing
I'm not tricking, it's not tricking
We not talking, it's just business
[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
You knew what you came here for
You ain't wanna f*ck, what you spend the night for?
Bring a friend cause I kinda like her
Michael Jackson beat her cause I hit her with a glove
No GP, I don't GP

[Verse 7: Swae Lee]
You don't have to play anymore
You knew what it was when you came through the door
I jam, did you come back from war?
You never be the same once your panties hit the floor
Yeah, you can bet I'm a son of a gun
Every day I gets paid to get laid
Couple hotels uptown in my name
Pray she wanna do something strange
Get it work, then I go, finna go with a bang
Hoes playing hard to get but my game too original
Got you f*cking with a friend, now the girl looking pitiful

[Chorus: Bloody Jay]
Jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
I just jam on 'em
You knew what you came here for
You ain't wanna f*ck, what you spend the night for?
Bring a friend cause I kinda like her
Michael Jackson beat her cause I hit her with a glove
No GP, I don't GP