PAROLES
J.I the Prince of N.Y – It’s Officially Done Lyrics
[Intro]
Haha, ayy, man
She blowin’ up my phone sayin’ it’s over now
She movin’ like she from somebody else to hold her down
I keep a Rollie on my wrist like I don’t know the time
My back is what the fuck they’re tryna go behind
[Chorus]
So I’m shittin’ on these bitches if they stall on me
And a nigga will take a muscle and put it all on me
I extend my hand to let you fall on me
But that slick shit you be pullin’ ain’t gon fuck with me, no, no
(On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me)
(And I remember when I used to let you put it on me)
[Verse 1]
What is this? Numbers in your pocket
I remember when you
Used to give me sloppy toppy
That’s your nickname, girl, ’cause your tongue game off the chain (Yeah)
And by the way she used to swallow it
Before you last a day inside these kicks you gotta polish ’em
I could make you wet but I can’t make no promises
Forty-thousand dollars on my wrist just to see what time it is
When you was fucked up, who you called on?
When you slip up, who you fall on? (Oh, oh)
On me, on me (Oh-oh), on me, on me, on me (Yeah)
The hatred is premeditated and it comes from familiar faces
And I don’t wanna go there but this where I gotta fuckin’ take it (Let me talk my)
These niggas I be sellin’ ’em don’t know where they comin’ from
Who the fuck is you? Not somebody I was runnin’ from
A crazy ass little motherfucker, yeah, I’m one of ’em
Real niggas on your block? I can’t name one of ’em
[Chorus]
So I’m shittin’ on these bitches if they stall on me
And a nigga will take a muscle and put it all on me
I extend my hand to let you fall on me
But that slick shit you be pullin’ ain’t gon fuck with me, no, no
(On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me)
(And I remember when I used to let you put it on me)
[Verse 2]
Talk to me nasty, shorty, I heard you the dirtiest
Give a fuck about that peace when we disturbin’ it
I make her give me what I want like it’s a burglary
Might fuck around, put a price tag on that pussy and then purchase it
Gon’ fuck around and put a tracker up on your heart ’cause you might vanish on me
‘Cause every time I give my trust, oh, they just take advantage of me
I think it’s time for isolation since they plannin’ on me
Since thick thighs save lives (You should come and put ’em on me, oh-oh-oh)
And the only way I’m tryna move is low
She let me creep up from behind and snatch her soul
And I’m livin’ my best life, don’t ask about my sex life
Just go and get the wet wipes ’cause girl, you gotta go
And I don’t go outside unless the sun don’t shine
Shoulda known that he was dirty ’cause that son he ain’t mine
Before I even talk, I let my gun say lines
I’m fully loaded, now it’s best to say it’s over now
[Chorus]
So I’m shittin’ on these bitches if they stall on me
And a nigga will take a muscle and put it all on me
I extend my hand to let you fall on me
But that slick shit you be pullin’ ain’t gon fuck with me, no, no
(On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me)
(And I remember when I used to let you put it on me)
