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Description
Producer: Young Chencs
Composer: TeeZandos
Composer: Cristale
Composer: Young Chencs
Lyrics and translation
Original
-You are now listening to Young Jinx. -Look.
Open the door, I ain't playing, I need to get entry.
Niggas pretend when they're envy. I bet that nigga upset he ain't get me. Been aggy since when was I friendly?
Been aggy before it was trendy. She try act up and it sent me.
Wanted to send her flying, but bro wouldn't let me. Vexed now I'm stuck in a frenzy.
Grown and sexy, like Lexi, don't mix me with a Gen Z. Chat to the face, get beat like Fenty.
I'm anti, don't call me and don't text me. Southwest, northwest, bestie bless me.
B-A-E wanna S-E-X me. Kickback from the pen game, too chesty.
White for the chest, red card, get a referee. K-I-double-S, my A-double-S.
I'm hard to get near, there ain't no double S. I'm hard to impress, I'm hard to ingest.
I'm confident, told him, "Come, we have sex. " And if we got nicked, no comment work best.
Ed Hardy print on my chest. Xandos, I'm not like the rest. I pop me a Xan, I'm the best.
No, no, yes, yes.
Said he wanna capture the ends, that's cool, but make sure you wearing a vest.
My boy just put a T in his chest. Lurking, might just share the address.
Come get pressed, can't get no rest.
Gang came through with the mop, get a clean-up crew 'cause they making a mess. I know how to roll and maneuver.
I'm still in the car with my shooter. And that bitch sucked a bro like a Hoover.
Nothing in cup 'cause she move like a loser. And I'm Xandos, living outbandos.
Tryna make bankroll, tryna make money. I ain't with chit-chat, tell a man get back.
I don't want love, bad joke, not funny. Gyal want chat, loads up on the back row. My gyal though know
I'm way too bunny. Bad man pull up and bag man.
Mad man, all of your bread got sucked, no dummy. I'm in the sitch, it's sticky like honey.
Broski just bought a blicky and for me. Can't fling shots 'cause I look too yummy.
Them gyals stepped out way too bummy. Yo, K-I-double-S, my A-double-S.
I'm hard to get near, there ain't no double S. I'm hard to impress, I'm hard to ingest.
I'm confident, told him, "Come, we have sex.
" And if we got nicked, no comment work best. Ed Hardy print on my chest. Xandos, I'm not like the rest.
I pop me a Xan, I'm the best. No, no, yes, yes.
Said he wanna capture the ends, that's cool, but make sure you wearing a vest. My boy just put a T in his chest.
Lurking, might just share the address. Come get pressed, can't get no rest.
Gang came through with the mop, get a clean-up crew 'cause they making a mess.
You are now listening to Young Jinx.