Jay Rock Easy Bake song lyrics

This is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up

I don't turn down nuttin' but my collar

I ain't turnin' down no money

And I ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade

Now bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some

advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch

Itchin' for a climax lasting past 11: 30

Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?

Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface

I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that?

You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none

You can find me where

The sun don't never end and the waves don't part

You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start

I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly

And I don't wanna waste another hour

Really need to take another shower

Dirty for you

Big business, big booty bitches

Black on black Benz's

Backing out the back to back my engine

Backpack with gats in it

Backflip my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling

Palm flipping, middle finger

Fuck y'all, I let it linger

Plush wall and marble floor

Ghetto commodore singing

Tours for my whores swinging

On my heart swore I pour plenty more semen

Or explore cunnilingus

Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers

Honey you're a PS4, my game change seizes

And my name explain visas

I defame your name easy

We aim and keep squeezing

Bitch my lane say no treason

My chains say no cubic, all y'all look stupid

Big dog, three phone call log stupid

I'm Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star stupid

The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor

My concert and your facility

Via del Compton, and Watt's finest

Now this that big shell fishscale

BMX on the ramp with the fishtail

Pegs on the front, we gon' get there

We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel

This bitch steal whoever if situations get real

This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles

Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle

Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)

And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus

Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock

Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock

Gotta do what I do to remain on

So all a nigga need is good love when I come home

Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately

And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy

Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet

Give you thug passion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed

I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed

Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free