Idontknowjeffery Type lyrics

by

Xavier Wulf


- Now can we grab a table
Table? The bar like we can sit now though
- Ok, ok ok
You know what I’m sayin? Motherf*ckin table like we gotta wait
- We’ll do a bar
Ah yeah let’s sit at the bar f*ck it. Yeah real talk ask me anything sh*t I’m down to talk you know what I’m saying. Give me a Vodka Red Bull
- I’m ready, I’m glad that we can finally meet up. I wanna get to know you a little bit

Yeah
(This is a dangerous group. The group that we’re dealing with now)
Jeffrey. Type sh*t

[Verse 1: Idontknowjeffery]
They hitting me on my mobile phone
They having trouble finding hoes the bong (uh yeah)
That’s not my problem man you on your own (uh yea)
I got two nuts I only hold my own (uh)
She said “Jeffrey, Can you please unlock your phone (Uh) I know I found some sh*t that don’t belong (uh)
This b*tch left her panties left her thongs (uh)
My b*tch found them then she tried them on (damn)
I guess that b*tch thought that sh*t was a gift (woah)
Her ass too fat she tried them on they rip (woah)
Her credit card is on my Uber Eats (true)
Her credit card is also on my Lyft (uh letgo)
And I got these b*tches our in they pajamas mane
Mackin’ on the ballas with the commas man
Nothing wrong with tricking Jeffrey understand
f*ck around and gave that b*tch another name (Leggo)
Now nobody ever looks at her the same (uh)
Don’t nobody out here look at her the same (yeah)
b*tches run into it that like ugh you changed (yea)
Changed for the better f*cking with the game
Uh, uh Type sh*t uh
I don’t watch my dogs fight like Mike Vick (uh)
n*gga starting something let me join right quick (uh)
I was high in court ima ima flight risk (uh)
Have you ever met another n*gga like this
Gon’ tell the truth you ain’t gotta lie b*tch
I got a lot of b*tches I ain’t satisfied with
I’m really bout that life I don’t fantasize it Like y’all n*ggas
You think? Ya wish n*gga!
Hey! Ask me that yesterday! Real talk on God make your ass
Ay my yesterday was better than a porno we watched last night
[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
Boy that b*tch don’t play she slay
Let that b*tch come through today
Bet that b*tch won’t go away she took me to the Steak & Shake
She be shaking for the cake I bet this b*tch gon’ wake and bake
b*tch done vaped away the day
I ain’t tripping blaze away huh
Jeff done hit me mane I got three of em’ ready
I said n*gga that sound deadly, two of them met me already
Other one was so aggressive she didn’t grab the phone to tell me
We don’t take it to the telly Majors left the crib at 7 damn
Let them b*tches loose they think we playing duck, duck, goose
b*tch done guzzled all the booze and she still ain’t trying to snooze damn
Is it is or is it ain’t because of who I am
She done found me on the 'gram and told her old n*gga to scram damn
Webcam Gang bang your set and I got respect for any b*tch dodging debt
If you getting money tell that n*gga he can step b*tch worry bout yourself and go cash another check huh
I teach these lame n*ggas a vital lesson
Ain’t no disrespecting Memphis n*ggas on the records
Ain't no disrespecting how we coming disrespecting
I don’t give no f*ck bout none of you n*ggas and that’s a given


- You right my bad I’m overthinking
Uhm So you live out here now but where are you from again, Aren’t you from uh Texas?
- Nah hell nah Memphis Tenn
Okay. Tennessee
- You been there?
No!
- Yeah don't go there
Why not?
- I'm just playing nah they'll love you in Memphis girl you got to Memphis them mothaf*ckas go crazy over your ass real talk
Ok. You can show me around Memphis
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