"J Hus - Warm It Up"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Warm It Up |

Early in the morning
JOAT

Gyal dem lipse and whine
I like the girls with a thick behind
I was thinking 'bout you when I writ this rhyme
If you're looking for a good time then hit my line
I can't give it to you right now
Warm it up for me
I can't give it to you right now
Warm it up for me

Early in the morning
Warm it up for me
I can hear your body calling
Warm it up for me
I ain't tryna make you fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Just warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up for me

Donny's all up in my space
I don't know man like that
Yo, I enter the scene, tek any girl that I want
Cause I'm the man like that
Now your man wanna do me
That's when my stick comes in handy
Then I'mma take a trip to you auntie
She's a freaky girl but we could do whatever tickles your fancy

Gyal dem lipse and whine
I like the girls with a thick behind
I was thinking 'bout you when I writ this rhyme
If you're looking for a good time then hit my line
I can't give it to you right now
Warm it up for me
I can't give it to you right now
Warm it up for me

Early in the morning
Warm it up for me
I can hear your body calling
Warm it up for me
I ain't tryna make you fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Just warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up for me

If I give it to you, you gotta give it to me
You could be my trap queen and we be flipping them kis
And if I give it to you, you gotta give it to me
You could be my trap queen and we be flipping them kis
And I'm gonna call you up
Just make sure you're warm enough
However long I take
Trust me, it's worth the wait

Gyal dem lipse and whine
I like the girls with a thick behind
I was thinking 'bout you when I writ this rhyme
If you're looking for a good time then hit my line
I can't give it to you right now
Warm it up for me
I can't give it to you right now
Warm it up for me

Early in the morning
Warm it up for me
I can hear your body calling
Warm it up for me
I ain't tryna make you fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Just warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up for me

Early in the morning
Warm it up for me
I can hear your body calling
Warm it up for me
I ain't tryna make you fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Just warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up for me

JOAT

| Lyrics | J Hus - Warm It Up |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Warm It Up
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Bangers & Mash (Feat. Deepee)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Bangers & Mash (Feat. Deepee) |

***J Hus***
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
Turn a boy H20
Turn a boy H20
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
Bangers and mash, bangers and mash
Turn a boy H20
Bangers and mash, bangers and mash
Love me some bangers and mash
Big sticks in a man's face
Boom boom, turn a man water
Big sticks in a man's face
Boom boom, turn a man water

It's like you never knew me
Pull up in a black tracksuit looking spooky
You've got your eyes on the best
Mr Ugly, live in the flesh
I come through looking like none of you
Tell them niggas suck your dad like your mumma do
Splash man's face when I'm champagne popping
Splash man's face just for watching
J Hus get dirty
And dem gyal a get flirty
That's my shawty, yes indeed
My brown-skinned babe from the West Indies
But Deepee told me don't wife that
He said "yo, booboo, she's on my man"

My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
Turn a boy H20
Turn a boy H20
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
Bangers and mash, bangers and mash
Turn a boy H20
Bangers and mash, bangers and mash
Love me some bangers and mash
Big sticks in a man's face
Boom boom, turn a man water
Big sticks in a man's face
Boom boom, turn a man water

***Deepee***
Boom, bangers, mash, rice
Young but I've rised up, hammers man's size
Bands make me handsome, hammer-slash-nice
And that gang a handful, hand a man slice
And I got a hand for the niggas outside
Put a hand on my friend, handle's in the right
Cause dem boy paigon, I don't like
I don't trust nobody, that's what man's like
They wanna roll on me, told donny that he's smoking the la-la
They rock it, I got it so I'm with the drama
A karma but pressure pushes palaver
I come round, let it la-la-la-la-la
I come through looking like me
True, I do raps, you wanna do me
Imma move where man a move each
Mother knew when man are too street

***J Hus***
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
Turn a boy H20
Turn a boy H20
My niggas love champers and cash
I need a white girl, I love me some bangers and mash
Bangers and mash, bangers and mash
Turn a boy H20
Bangers and mash, bangers and mash
Love me some bangers and mash
Big sticks in a man's face
Boom boom, turn a man water
Big sticks in a man's face
Boom boom, turn a man water

I step in the scene on a solo one
Couldn't give a damn if I don't know no one
(?)
Talk about my squad? You better hold your tongue
They don't wanna see me blow
Cause I'll fill up my block with turners
Three booters in the road
They didn't hit no one cause they're missing on purpose
White girl Carolina
She be in the (?) with Tanita's
She loves them ride-outs and them beaches
Can't forget my white girl Davina
You be looking curly in your black dress
Double barrel under the mattress
Turn your mandem to ash
My booboo cooking bangers and mash

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Deepee - Bangers & Mash |

Penyanyi: J Hus & Deepee
Lagu: Bangers & Mash
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Playing Sports"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Playing Sports |

JAE5

Skinny nigga, I've been mashing some work
They be talking like say the machine don't work
Like we never bang it in traffic y'know
Man are moving erratic y'know
Then abandon the car
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports, sports
We outside
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports, sports

She asked me what I do, I said I play for the Gunners
Pray for my brothers cus' they staged in the gutters
Face lookin' butters
Man I stage with the shotters
We will stay in the rubbers
Ain't no place for you suckers
They don't understand me so they really can't stand me
Posted on the block till the feds came and banned me
I took a little L, now these niggas think they run shit
When we had your brothers running I guess it runs in your family
Macdees drive through
10 pound choppa
I'm a bait face, I'll still run up on ya hotspot
In my loose knuckles, got me feeling like a hotshot
I turn the Hilton Hotel into a hotbox
Only rapper in my team, I can't do no cyphers
All I know is trappers, bangers and a couple lifers
Five jibs on a (?) and its lookin' iceless
Just to see the look on your face, that shit is priceless

Skinny nigga, I've been mashing some work
They be talking like say the machine don't work
Like we never bang it in traffic y'know
Man are moving erratic y'know
Then abandon the car
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports, sports
We outside
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports, sports

Come against me, you'll live a life of regret
I'm the kinda' guy to even show your wifey respect
And you know she's so friendly so we kinda' connect
So when I'm outside her crib, you know that wifi connects
Got me leading on some older niggas from a different era
Big man like you making school boy errors
I know 16 fellas, I can never be one
Made 16 jealous, you're the 17th one
They don't wanna' see me I've (?) to muhhamad
Now its (?) on the scene, now their runnin' up the damage
Mumsy still calls me her pride and joy
She knows I'm no good, she said boys will be boys
Make chedda, fuck a next bredda', they got a vendetta
No profit, no budget, them niggas hold grudges
Cash earner, what murder he's talking berna, berna
Oh stop it, why pop it, nigga you won't pop it

Skinny nigga, I've been mashing some work
They be talking like say the machine don't work
Like we never bang it in traffic y'know
Man are moving erratic y'know
Then abandon the car
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports, sports
We outside
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports, sports

She asked me what I do, I said I play for the Gunners
Pray for my brothers cus' their staged in the gutters
Face looking' butters
Man I stage with the shottas
We will stay in the rubbers
Ain't no place for you shucks
She asked me what I do, I said I play for the gunners
Pray for my brothers cus' they staged in the gutters
Face looking' butters
Man I stage with the shotters
We will stay in the rubbers
Ain't no place for you suckers

| Lyrics | J Hus - Playing Sports |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Playing Sports
EP: Playing Sports
Rilis: 2016

"J Hus - Shawty Inda Bando (Feat. Baseman)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Shawty Inda Bando (Feat. Baseman) |

There's nothing I love more than a girl that's on her money

Oh, shawty inda bando
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na na
Shawty inda bando
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na na

Told my old girl I'mma be a star but she never listened
Now she's burning, cuz' I'm on the television
J Hus, Talk of the City
No, I can't look at her twice
Wait, look at her thighs
Na, my new girl badder
Plus she's a Hus like me, Hus like me
Ain't no man that she trust like me
And she be inda bando just like me
Grind hard, Hus be a fly guy
My new grub with my plug's doing guy-guy
Pick up your rasclart phone
What type of fuckery
I stepped out the smart car
Old shape Huaraches on
Smelling like the danka's piff
Shoutout my yardi don
J Hus boogie dance, when I get my party on
Ay yo, my yute, where you get your carti from

Oh, shawty inda bando
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na na
Shawty inda bando
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na na

***Baseman***
Lard, they don't wanna grind
I put tine on my wrist
I can't even tell the time, I need cream
Them man can't trust me
I'mma move like (?)
Cuz I got my shawty inda bando, shawty inda bando
She want ride with this nigga call me Django
I told her if you get stopped by the feds
Girl, you better plug the food between your legs
And show some respect
She said she's on my team
Even got a gold tooth like me
Want be my wifey
I told Hus, and we're killing them
Brown skin, sick weave, hair Brazilian
Trap queen and she's all mine
But fuck with her, she gon' hold nine
On the strip for the whole night
But when that bitch gimme uckie I tell her don't bite

Oh, shawty inda bando
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na na
Shawty inda bando
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na na

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Baseman - Shawty Inda Bando |

Penyanyi: J Hus & Baseman
Lagu: Shawty Inda Bando
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - I'm Coming"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - I'm Coming |

Baby I'm coming
Baby I'm coming
Hit it from the back
She say "Baby I'm coming"
I say I wanna ride
She say "Baby I'm coming
Baby I'm coming with you, with you
Everything fleek so they hating on you
I'mma be right here waiting on you
Oh, I fell in love with the girl with the double barrel
I fell in love with the girl with the double barrel

Me, I'm the best
The best she ever had
J Hus make the good girls turn bad
More time all we do is focus on dough
She goes uni and she moves o's on the low
I told my baby fuck what you heard
Get that paper and don't say a word
From Day 1, I told her chase that profit
Real G, stay quiet while the fake ones gossip
That's my baby, that's my homegirl
That's my rider, find your own girl
Eye candy, she make you bust before foreplay
She's got a long double barrel, that's her forte
Uh, you'll get lit up with ease
She buss shots, then she fix up her weave
She'll be coming back around if she misses
And I'm always going back around, that's my Mrs

Baby I'm coming
Baby I'm coming
Hit it from the back
She say "Baby I'm coming"
I say I wanna ride
She say "Baby I'm coming
Baby I'm coming with you, with you
Everything fleek so they hating on you
I'mma be right here waiting on you
Oh, I fell in love with the girl with the double barrel
I fell in love with the girl with the double barrel

New money, new enemies
Got me sending shots in a new direction
All the money they gon' make off the trap this year
I'mma spend it on my shoe collection
I used to be a window shopper
Now they're mad at me, and I think I know why
I never wear Balenciaga
But I guarantee I'll make your chick roll back
But I don't wanna be player, and she don't wanna be a freak no more
She caught me red-handed, and she don't even wanna speak no more
BooBoo, why you being a paigon?
You know the sex was amazing
I give it to her in fast motion
Hit it from the back and watch the ass motion

Baby I'm coming
Baby I'm coming
Hit it from the back
She say "Baby I'm coming"
I say I wanna ride
She say "Baby I'm coming
Baby I'm coming with you, with you
Everything fleek so they hating on you
I'mma be right here waiting on you
Oh, I fell in love with the girl with the double barrel
I fell in love with the girl with the double barrel

| Lyrics | J Hus - I'm Coming |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: I'm Coming
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Friendly"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Friendly |

Posted on the block like a low life
I like my Fanta with no ice
She said my lifestyle is no nice
But my woody so good it make her blow twice
Why you don't grind? You no like money
We spend money like we no like money
She love a ugly man making pretty money
And I'm a ugly man making sexy money

And I just wanna get friendly with her
Wanna get friendly with her
You see a big batty, where ya find that?
Make her pull up and rewind that
I just wanna get friendly with her
Wanna get friendly with her
You see a big batty, where ya find that?
Make her pull up and rewind that

I get fried with my jiggas
Or the bowcats can smoke the roaches
Mr Ugly, what, you didn't notice?
Mr Ugly even Mama knows this
And I got something for you cock-a-roaches
Them man move janky, you nah mean?
Them man move fishy like sardine
They wanna watch me while I'm watching Charlene
Her big batty jump in the whip and make the car lean

Hey, big batty gyal, good evening
I can see that your chicken needs seasoning (flavour)
Big batty gyal, good evening
I can see that your chicken needs seasoning
Baby bend over and break your back
Bring your friend over and break your back
The way she bend over and break her back
I nearly fell over and broke my back

Posted on the block like a low life
I like my Fanta with no ice
She said my lifestyle is no nice
But my woody so good it make her blow twice
Why you don't grind? You no like money
We spend money like we no like money
She love a ugly man making pretty money
And I'm a ugly man making sexy money

And I just wanna get friendly with her
Wanna get friendly with her
You see a big batty, where ya find that?
Make her pull up and rewind that
I just wanna get friendly with her
Wanna get friendly with her
You see a big batty, where ya find that?
Make her pull up and rewind that

Ugly man but the money look handsome
Sexy girl wanna hold me for ransom
But when the money calling she throw a tantrum
Cause when the money calling she get abandoned
She no understand where I come from
We grind so hard, Inner London
But without big batty I can't function
She put it on a plate and I want some

Hey, big batty gyal, good evening
I can see that your chicken needs seasoning (flavour)
Big batty gyal, good evening
I can see that your chicken needs seasoning
Baby bend over and break your back
Bring your friend over and break your back
The way she bend over and break her back
I nearly fell over and broke my back

Posted on the block like a low life
I like my Fanta with no ice
She said my lifestyle is no nice
But my woody so good it make her blow twice
Why you don't grind? You no like money
We spend money like we no like money
She love a ugly man making pretty money
And I'm a ugly man making sexy money

And I just wanna get friendly with her
Wanna get friendly with her
You see a big batty, where ya find that?
Make her pull up and rewind that
I just wanna get friendly with her
Wanna get friendly with her
You see a big batty, where ya find that?
Make her pull up and rewind that

Posted on the block like a low life
I like my Fanta with no ice
She said my lifestyle is no nice
But my woody so good it make her blow twice
Why you don't grind? You no like money
We spend money like we no like money
She love a ugly man making pretty money
And I'm a ugly man making sexy money

| Lyrics | J Hus - Friendly |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Friendly
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Who You Are"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Who You Are |

Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The tinted windows make it harder to see
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The tinted windows make it harder to see

If I kept my enemies close what would it be like?
Unless there's a body, every night
I couldn't sleep right
I know niggas who retaliate twice
'Cause if two wrongs don't make a right
Then maybe a few might
I'm not a bad guy
You got the wrong end of the stick, but don't end up on the wrong end of the stick
Let's not even mention this shit
Like I was meant for this shit, like I'm literally lit
And I need head until I cum
Two chicks instead of one, two heads are better than one
Long time since I had fun
'Cause everytime I bring a new chick to the base
She want to keep her motherfuckin' camera in my face
I just want one ting who's got my back
But there's not one ting I can trust like that
And all these other bitches come and go, just like that
I can't stay boo, I like you but not like that

Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The tinted windows make it harder to see
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The tinted windows make it harder to see

Standing on a goldmine, it might be a landmine
Cah your spot could get blown up in no time
Back window, when the cops raidin'
Making money now, so we upgraded
All the losses we dun taken, young bosses in the making
Freedom on the line, forget the time I could be facin'
Low life, hungry for the high life
Politicians, can't dictate my life
See me on the high-rise
Whoever don't wanna grind is getting disowned
My pockets ain't fat, they're just big-boned
I sweet talk my chicks on the flip phone
She wanna send me nudes, but ain't no Whatsapp on a brick phone
This is a different type of sweater, keep your hands to yourself
You should really make a plan, for yourself
You need to stand for yourself
Become a man for yourself
They screamin' gang till its every man for himself

Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The tinted windows make it harder to see
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time there's nowhere that I'd rather be
The tinted windows make it harder to see

| Lyrics | J Hus - Who You Are |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Who You Are
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Good Luck Chale (Feat. Tiggs Da Author)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Good Luck Chale (Feat. Tiggs Da Author) |

***Tiggs Da Author***
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

***J Hus & Tiggs Da Author***
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale

***J Hus***
You can tell by the look in his eye, you can't trust him
I whip my menacing eye at a buff ting
My brudda got a sentence, came out bolo and Muslim
Now every sentence starts with "are you listening?"
Check this ting? I done the sick ting
All guns blazing, amazing
Boydem lurking, oh you just missed him
Somewhere in village with old school ritual man with wisdom
Came back fresher, no pressure, mind pleasure
Leng man cold, Juju J all up in your boat
I might of slipped up like oopsie daisy, I mean niggas get popped everyday B
I am in aunties yard with the crooks
The money makes up for the looks
Death coming, I ain't sticking to the deadline
Tell those boys better luck next time

***J Hus & Tiggs Da Author***
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale

***J Hus***
I'm in aunty's yard with the mafia
You ain't real you can't munch no jollof with us
I know my nigga P planning something devious
And the other P looking like a walking VVS
We made the real funds, them man are just some funny niggas
A couple real dons, why would I need twenty niggas?
These days ten niggas is way too many niggas
Anyway lets forget them any niggas
I was in the can writing letters to Francine
Probably spent a rack on my canteen
Done like four months, it weren't a major ting
The day I came out, Cruddy went straight back in
Now I'm in aunty's yard with the crooks again
They don't know how to behave, just look at them?
I got a hundred opps and I don't think much of them
Still tryna do me so good luck to them

***Tiggs Da Author***
Ah yeah, I tell you my story
You think I'm crazy, baby don't worry
I've seen friends that turn to snakes
I've see real ones acting fake
If you think you get me yeah
Good luck Chale
Yeah, yeah

***Tiggs Da Author***
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale

Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck Chale, good luck Chale

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Tiggs Da Author - Good Luck Chale |

Penyanyi: J Hus & Tiggs Da Author
Lagu: Good Luck Chale
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Goodies"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Goodies |

Yo Hustler man
It's your boy man, long time no see man?
Where you been man? You been ghostin' init?
Ahhh, it's nice to see you man
You know just the other day I was with Curtis and them boys there you know
They was talking about you
They say you be hiding, they looking for you, they wanna do you, you know
I don't know man... I'm just the messenger you know

Yeah, listen, yeah
I want all the monies, nigga I'm selfish
My niggas sell fish with Hermes on their pelvis
This ain't no Tilapia, (?) with mafia
Grafter no partier, born chasing mafia
Money make me happier, stoosh gyal get nastier
Act like a (?), roadman but I'm classier
Bang for the passenger, I shoot the messenger
Previous offender on the run, no surrender
Fuck going heaven with the goody, goodies
It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
I'm no good, I steal candy from a fuckin' baby
Plus I read my future from a fortune cookie
My lifestyle's a dirty one, bang 'till I'm 31
Broad day bootin', anything movin'
Council housin', still rob Balmain
Big fast scram, make a public announcement

It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
It's a stick up, I want all
It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
Bang for the passenger, I shoot the messenger

How we gon' maintain? Born in the fast lane
Where your best friend would probably shoot you then snitch on you
Where you own flesh and blood would put a hit on you
Dutty gyal, I ain't tryna hit on you
Mum thought I was a miracle, turned out horrible, lifestyle terrible
The whopper does what I say 'cause it's gullible
Turn man invisible, Biskit comes with every syllable
Swimmin' in a puddle
Your mum told you not to hang with me 'cause I'm trouble
The bonsam jumbo, get it done pronto
Splash the whole front row, I'm just making convo
(Hi Sir, how are you?)
I wanna ride out and cash out and all 'dem tings
The offstate runnin' up their gums, I don't know right from wrong
Now I've gotta buss off my... what do you call 'dem tings?

It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
It's a stick up, I want all
It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
Bang for the passenger, I shoot the messenger
It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
It's a stick up, I want all
It's a stick up, I want all the goodies
Bang for the passenger, I shoot the messenger

| Lyrics | J Hus - Goodies |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Goodies
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Mash Up (Feat. Mo Stack)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Mash Up (Feat. Mo Stack) |

***J Hus***
Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place
Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place
All we do is ball, ball, ball
She rejected me when she could have had it all, all, all
Pass me the money, that's all
For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall
But I'm standin' up tall
Keep designer on the waistline
Remember what happened last time?

***Mo Stack***
Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin'
I turn 4 to a 8 'cause I'm doublin' like Ireland
And why these niggas give me hate? You'll be me soon keep grindin'
They say they roll to the 8, liddle motherfucker keep lyin' (liar)
Ayy, I just give them a high and go
'Cause them niggas wasn't with me through the highs and lows
You wasn't with me when I was broke
Babestation, pass me the Sky remote (gimme that)

***J Hus***
She wasn't with me them times there
Call me when your friends ain't there
They see me in my specs lookin' like a professional
Woulda never known I was a criminal
Would you eat it all? I need a greedy girl
You ain't bad at all, look, it's easy girl
Show me what them sweet lips do
And do it like you mean it too

***Mo Stack***
And does your pumpum give life?
If it don't then you better give it life right now
And is your pumpum built tight?
I can't wait 'til the day that I find out
They turn fake and they last me
Friends turn to foes, why nobody warn me though?
And I don't trust nobody
Me on my own, I'm a one man army, yeah
What does a wallahi mean to me
The other day I see an Akhi with a Jesus piece
You said Netflix and chill, now you teasin' me
You made me miss the whole Power season 3

***J Hus***
She got a attitude problem
Claim your bad, baby come on then?
If I let you call me by my government
Are you gonna suck it like it succulent?
I'ma have you up late, do you like chocolate?
I'm an animal, I need a big batti girl
Bring a ratchet girl from my best mate
See the material, watch your step mate

***Mo Stack***
It's the 4 eyes geek, bedroom freak
She don't pack her weave 'cause her hair's on fleek
Then I step with Hus, he came through with Creeps
I don't smoke it up but pass the weed
I'm a alcoholic, oh, yes indeed
On the motorway, can we pass the police?
Baby, play the music and then play with me
Don't make it awks, ha take the lead
Ha that's your chain, that's the banter
Your chain have no ice like J Hus Fanta
I don't have no broads in Atlanta
But she in designer like panda
Fancy me, you're gonna kiss some guys
But I ain't complainin', I feel your vibe
And she's insecure, look, babe you're fine
That ain't stretch marks, that's tiger stripes

***J Hus***
Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place
Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place
All we do is ball, ball, ball
She rejected me when she could have had it all, all, all
Pass me the money, that's all
For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall
But I'm standin' up tall
Keep designer on the waistline
Remember what happened last time

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Mo Stack - Mash Up |

Penyanyi: J Hus & Mo Stack
Lagu: Mash Up
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Spirit"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Spirit |

Even when we never had a penny, yeah we always had spirit
They can bun my flesh, but they can't touch my spirit
They wan' take way my freedom, but they can't take away my spirit
Cause even when we never had a penny, yeah we always had spirit
All you hear is siren and skeng fire, hold your head higher
Bill a zoot, then build a empire
Skeng fire, hold your head higher, bill a zoot, then build a empire
All you hear is siren and skeng fire, hold your head higher
Bill a zoot, then build a empire
Skeng fire, hold your head higher, bill a zoot, then build a empire

If I end up dead or poppin' on the wing, just know mummy raised a King
Grind 'til money ain't a thing, you became a boss and brought all these bruddas in
Live by loyalty and honour, same time I do what I wanna
And I know how to treat a woman proper, cuh I seen mamma suffer
No money but we had life, I go hungry let my brother take my slice
Ride outs and drive-bys, but deep down they're nice guys
Lookin' spectacular in my spectacles, all my bruddas are stylish and fashionable
Carry the ting like it's casual, came from the dirt it's only right that I blow

Even when we never had a penny, yeah we always had spirit
They can bun my flesh, but they can't touch my spirit
They wan' take way my freedom, but they can't take away my spirit
Cause even when we never had a penny, yeah we always had spirit
All you hear is siren and skeng fire, hold your head higher
Bill a zoot, then build a empire
Skeng fire, hold your head higher, bill a zoot, then build a empire
All you hear is siren and skeng fire, hold your head higher
Bill a zoot, then build a empire
Skeng fire, hold your head higher, bill a zoot, then build a empire

It's so funny how life unfolded, come too far to even lose focus
All we do is win I can't control it, but I can't take credit when God wrote it
Used to be a snot-nosed kid
I knew a bruddah, 16 with two kids, don't they grow up fast step outside and graft
Your line don't bang cause you woke up last, you're grinding in slow motion
I was out selling no lotion, he knows me I don't know him
But money comin' on the boat load ting
You let the goons dem in, I'm the fisherman cruising by gyal your waist need some loosenin'
Let me some ting, what you think about you and I G'd up in the G-Wagon

Even when we never had a penny, yeah we always had spirit
They can bun my flesh, but they can't touch my spirit
They wan' take way my freedom, but they can't take away my spirit
Cause even when we never had a penny, yeah we always had spirit
All you hear is siren and skeng fire, hold your head higher
Bill a zoot, then build a empire
Skeng fire, hold your head higher, bill a zoot, then build a empire
All you hear is siren and skeng fire, hold your head higher
Bill a zoot, then build a empire
Skeng fire, hold your head higher, bill a zoot, then build a empire

| Lyrics | J Hus - Spirit |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Spirit
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Good Time (Feat. Burna Boy)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Good Time (Feat. Burna Boy) |

Yeahh
Imma do, what I got to do
I've been working all afternoon
At the store, get some alcohol
Hit up my weed man, for a stalk
People, plenty with they say they hustle for money
Monday to Sunday
When your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time (uh, uh)

Even girl affi grind and stat
How you thinkin she looking nice like that
She's my mission, she makes eye contact
Fresh kicks, still got the price on that
Everybody watch me like man, some star
Big bunda babe in Manchester
Gyaldem churpsin, man like raarrr
Ya danno, she's a gang membaa

She know the squad, she know the crew
From long time, its been over due
From across the room, I notice you
And out of all these girls, I've chosen you
She know the squad, she know the crew
From long time, its been over due
From across the room, I notice you
And out of all these girls, I've chosen you

Yeahh
Imma do, what I got to do
I've been working all afternoon
At the store, get some alcohol
Hit up my weed man, for a stalk
People, plenty with they say they hustle for money
Monday to Sunday
When your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time (uh, uh)

Well let me get a private one
Thought she was soft, she's a violent one
Baby girl, you're too feisty, that's cool by me
But can you handle a dude like me
Roll up with somethin trendy
I'm so ugly, that I'm sexy
And I'm silent and deadly
But I still wanna get friendly

She know the squad, she know the crew
From long time, its been over due
From across the room, I notice you
And out of all these girls, I've chosen you
She know the squad, she know the crew
From long time, its been over due
From across the room, I notice you
And out of all these girls, I've chosen you

Yeahh
Imma do, what I got to do
I've been working all afternoon
At the store, get some alcohol
Hit up my weed man, for a stalk
People, plenty with they say they hustle for money
Monday to Sunday
When your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time (uh, uh)

When your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time (uh, uh)
When your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time (uh, uh)

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Burna Boy - Good Time |

Penyanyi: J Hus & Burna Boy
Lagu: Good Time
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Fisherman (Feat. Mo Stack & MIST)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Fisherman (Feat. Mo Stack & MIST) |

***MIST***
Two gal on my side, me in the middle
Into her foreign like Lidl
Bad B a caller, a sniggle, yeah she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P left her brain in a pickle
***Mo Stack***
Got two gal on my line
One is official, one heard the other one, I think I'm in a pickle
Niggas wanna screw, I just giggle
Remember when I never had a nickel
Now I'm counting money when I fiddle

***J Hus***
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can't stop I'm a busy man, holding fire for hella man
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can't stop I'm a busy man, holding fire for hella man

***Mo Stack***
My lifes a movie, fuck a cinema
Sorry I won't be home for dinner ma, put the food in the microwave
I spot a catfish from miles away, dog filter to hide your face
You ain't a winner your a weiner
Move that girls she's too inna
Can't see me, John Cena
She fell in love with a cheater, but she gon' cry if I leave
She keeps calling me, she just wants all of me
I told you stay far from me, I told her stay far from me
But she's like "Nah man I love ya"
But I can't love a chick cause I'm a hustler
And I'm with Hus and Mist, they wanna touch us
But they can't touch a thing, cause you're a buster
You won't buss your ting

***J Hus***
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can't stop I'm a busy man, holding fire for hella man
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can't stop I'm a busy man, holding fire for hella man

I'm the lengman in the rain
One girl by my side by the name of Lorraine
She complain 'cah all the fishes wanna follow me
She know me too well cause she study criminology
I'm all about quality not quantity
Grab the bunda 'cause it's my property
You can look but don't touch it please
'Cause I'm the jealous and that bothers me
'Cause man are smoking fat head, like they never told ya
Just smoked a fat egg, I'm never sober
Fisherman slash Casanova
Guarantee I get my ting before the dance is over
Before the dance is dun up
Real fisherman make stoosh girl get tun up
Might roll with the pinga one up
Real fisherman please don't get bun up

You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can't stop I'm a busy man, holding fire for hella man
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can't stop I'm a busy man, holding fire for hella man

***MIST***
Two gal on my side, me in the middle
Into her foreign like Lidl
Bad B a caller, a sniggle, yeah she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P left her brain in a pickle

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Mo Stack & MIST - Fisherman |

Penyanyi: J Hus, Mo Stack & MIST
Lagu: Fisherman
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Sweet Cheeks"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Sweet Cheeks |

Told my nigga put down his balaclava
Would you not rather, fuck with a posh tata from Upminster
Her pops a minister, yeah she's cute but she's so sinister
When she give you that look, saying go finish her
Blud you're moist if you don't finish her
When she give you that look, saying go finish her
Blud you're moist if you don't finish her

Mashing up the same ussna for like three weeks
Baby I'm tired I can't give you a good fuck
But for sure she gon' let me get a sneak peak
I'm her main screezer, that's my sweet cheeks
Bunda so big it can't fit in the selfie
She loud and boujee, won't shut up her mouth until I fuck up the coochie
Most of pretty gyaldem are mouthy
All up in business she's nosy
Big man like me I sneak out on the lowkey
Got Creeper waiting round the corner in the 'uss mobile
Jump in the ride and peel, this nigga can't drive somebody take the wheel
Tell the bunda squad that we're gonna be late
Me and my nigga going on a double date
Why your cups still full? Nigga sip up
I need to wake up, rinse my face off with Cîroc

I told my nigga put down his balaclava
Would you not rather, fuck with a posh tata from Upminster
Her pops a minister, yeah she's cute but she's so sinister
When she give you that look, saying go finish her
Blud you're moist if you don't finish her
When she give you that look, saying go finish her
Blud you're moist if you don't finish her

I like dem gyal with the cute faces
Dem prestige gyal that carry screw faces
Instagram got her feeling too famous
Every man stare when she tie her shoelaces
She wanna complain, her friends are two-faced
Her mums a lawyer, my don caught a new case
You think I can trust her? Bring her to my new place?
Hus your buggin', you've only known her two days
Bring your gyal for my bredrin, he only wants the best
Said her friends peng, that's what every girl says
I am about to get loose, fuck what anyone says
Um, she undress to impress
The henny comes out then the truth comes outs
Girl I've been waiting too long now
Too much loud I need some new lungs now
Take a friend from me and do man proud

I told my nigga put down his balaclava
Would you not rather, fuck with a posh tata from Upminster
Her pops a minister, yeah she's cute but she's so sinister
When she give you that look, saying go finish her
Blud you're moist if you don't finish her
When she give you that look, saying go finish her
Blud you're moist if you don't finish her

| Lyrics | J Hus - Sweet Cheeks |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Sweet Cheeks
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Plottin"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Plottin |

Don't think I'm shy cause I'm quiet
I'm just plottin, I'm plottin
I got dem where I want dem
Still on tings if you're wondering
Don't think I'm shy cause I'm quiet
I'm just plottin, I'm plottin
I got dem where I want dem
Still on tings if you're wondering

You don't get gyal, fam you're bluffing
Got gyal from Stratford to Dublin
Got gyal from overseas travelling
Bring [?] in with her cousin
Confidence when I'm boppin, two compliments had her blushing
2 2 strokes had her bussing, you not my only gyal I got options
Being broke ain't no option
See the whip I just hopped in, see the gyal that just hopped in
Say she don't do this often, same thing she said to my bredrin
Can you imagine, but do your thing I ain't judging
Mash it up and start dashing

Don't think I'm shy cause I'm quiet
I'm just plottin, I'm plottin
I got dem where I want dem
Still on tings if you're wondering
Don't think I'm shy cause I'm quiet
I'm just plottin, I'm plottin
I got dem where I want dem
Still on tings if you're wondering

Get dough like we're obligated, dem man discombobulated
That's big boy grammar, came with a big boy blammer
Then shake hands with a kidnapper, might take the gang Ayia Napa
We used to laugh when we was bruk, you ain't laughing now what's the matter?
16 plate, E15 on the plate, wait, pull up in the Porsche, creepers with me of course
The rest of the mandem in the cafe "pass me the tomato sauce"
Only five man, but I'm rolling with a genuine click
Thought I woulda never of been shit
Then I gave the waiter a generous, generous tip

Don't think I'm shy cause I'm quiet
I'm just plottin, I'm plottin
I got dem where I want dem
Still on tings if you're wondering
Don't think I'm shy cause I'm quiet
I'm just plottin, I'm plottin
I got dem where I want dem
Still on tings if you're wondering

| Lyrics | J Hus - Plottin |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Plottin
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Like Your Style"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Like Your Style |

I like your style

I like your style
Alexander McQueen with the roundneck
Told the promoter, I'll be two secs
Had to sex two chicks before soundcheck
She looked deep into my eyes and gave me proud neck (yeah)
That's my new broad, always text her when I'm too bored
Have her posing Madame Tussauds
Baby what's the crack, what's the story (what's going on)
Baby what's the crack, what's the story
Fuck up the 'uss in my sunglasses
Bartenders and pole dancers in my hotel, with no trousers
Me and her, we're just alike man, we're so heartless
So you text her, you get no answers
I don't text her, that's extra
Had to sleep in lecture
Fucking uni bitches throughout the whole semester
The bed is made for one, so I ain't sharing it
Anything you need, tell Frank he'll take care of it

I like your style (I like your style)
I like your style (I like your style)
I like your style (I like your style)
I like your style (I like your style)

Bad B licking on my earlobe
Versace bathrobe, everytin' highclass
Put a siderock in the wine glass
Big booty in the jacuzzi, just to her the time pass
Trya take in all these W's
When the money come, I do what I wanna do
Getting brain, when I eat my cereal
Skinny man, take on BBW
You know the big girls need loving too
And I'm the one they keep coming too
One the gyaldem, one da hook-up
Even my next door neighbour came asking for sugar
We on the same page, no need for discussion
Then we do something disgusting
Still ugly, but I'm not fussing
J-Hus, even your mum loves it

I like your style (I like your style)
I like your style (I like your style)
I like your style (I like your style)
I like your style (I like your style)

I like your style (I like your style)
Baby what's the crack, what's the story
Baby what's the crack, what's the story

| Lyrics | J Hus - Like Your Style |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Like Your Style
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Did You See"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Did You See |

Did you see what
Did you see what I done (yeah yeah)
Did you see what I done (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with my bonsam and the niggas wanna try some
Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with bonsam and the niggas wanna try some

Came looking like a ganja farmer
Your daddy betta hide his daughter
Shake her bonda just like I taught her
Splashed her bonda with holy water
Lickle spice for the winter season
Your chicken need a lickle season (yeah)
Did you see what he did
That black benz turn white and they can't believe it
Make em repeat it
Das some new shit
They've never seen it
You should feel it
Meet and greet it
I'd be a genius if I didn't think with my penis
Gyaldem thinking I'm awesome
Mandem approach with caution
True say we came with the bonsum
But true say we came for the bonda
Some round ting that I can put my paws on

Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with my bonsam and the niggas wanna try some
Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with the bonsam and the niggas wanna try some

Came smelling like I've robbed a 9-bar
Looking for the baddest diva
Oh let me analyse her
Batty looking like a hypnotiser
Come let me try some
Somethin' you can climb on
Oh you're a shy one
Who you tryna eye fam
Baby jump in the black ride
And put your friend in a white one
I'm a benzo addict
Pulled up in traffic
Me and my friends switched cars and it looked like magic
They never seen such a skinny man in a big puffer jacket
That's unfamiliar, I came looking like a bodybuilder
Out here is windy yana
You're the one that I'm into yana
Don't you wanna see the interior?

Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with my bonsam and the niggas wanna try some
Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with the bonsam and the niggas wanna try some

Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with my bonsam and the niggas wanna try some
Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum I came with the bonsam and the niggas wanna try some

| Lyrics | J Hus - Did You See |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Did You See
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Closed Doors"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Closed Doors |

Close the door, close the door...

What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here, stays in here
I know you want it just as much as I do
What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here, stays in here
I know you want it, just as much as I do

Baby pay me a visit
Why you chilling by yourself at home
Spare key, under the doormat (yeah)
So you can make yourself at home
Before you come through
I beg you grab man some rizzla
I'm waiting by the door, that's cause I miss ya
Confiscate your phone, why you always on insta
Bite your bottom lip, I'm a badman lipser (brap)
You wanna see somethin'
Boom boom chat, I'll give you sweet lovin
I'll beat the box, whilst I'm beatboxing
Still round one, and you ain't seen nuttin
This ain't no quick beat
It's like I'm digging for gold baby, I dig deep
Still piffin my zoot, bout to give you some yutes
I'm too big for my boots
Know what they say about niggas with big feet?
Imma give it to you all, give you everything
And even take you where you never been
Put my finger in your coochie, then I put it in ya mouth
That's a taste of your own medicine
She won't say a word, she won't say nun
Make you taste your own pussy, now cat got your tongue
Handcuff you to the bed
I hope you don't mind
Love is blind, so I blindfold you

What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here stays in here
I know you want it just as much as I do
What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here, stays in here
I know you want it, just as much as I do

Didn't want to make you shy
Maybe I am just crazy high
But is it strange if I
Sit back and just pree you
Undress you with my naked eye
Set pace quickly
Baby did you miss me
Listen, white strippin'
Drippin', lingerie missin'
No need to discuss this, cause nobody every do you any justice
Girl you're good food, I told you from the start
They say good food is a key to a mans heart
You do it better, so I managed to see you
Is there somethin' in my pocket, or am I happy to see you
You rip and rub, your lips
You lovin' off my bits and bobs
Baby are you on, what I am on
One on one
Five rounds straight
All over, all over the drum

What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here, stays in here
I know you want it, just as much as I do
What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here, stays in here
I know you want it, just as much as I do

What happens behind closed doors, close the door behind you
Whatever happens in here, stays in here
I know you want it, just as much as I do

| Lyrics | J Hus - Closed Doors |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Closed Doors
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Leave Me"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Leave Me |

Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone

Leave me alone and let me bun my reefa
Its like everyday is beef with another geezer
They don't like me, I roll with a common squeezer
He done bait ting and flew straight into Dominic, Dominica
In the big benzo with the drugger dealer
Might pull up on Keisha, I do it just to tease her
Call her princess, just to uplift her
I know what arm robber, used to be a shoplifter
Now me and him have got beef, and we no longer speak
Still walk his nan across the street
Still put that motherfucka in a body bag
Still, help his mother with her shopping bags
I'm with a surgeon and a chemist
Steak and lettuce, when we're peckish for the day that I perish
Put me in Chanel, Hermes as well
Baby can't you tell, that the only thing you want

If you ask me how I am, I say I am go-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everything, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do
If you ask me how I am, I say I am go-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everything, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do

Ay yo, that ting lookin like a hippo
I'm a creep and a sicko
Creep through your window
Turn your mistress, widow
Got my G in the dippo
Ugly Betty in the pillow
Niggas ain't stickin' to the code
You know this couldn't happen if VV wasn't road
Rrrrreckless mode, no fish to bode
My niggas on license, so no trips abroad
Can't leave no sticks with broads
I don't know who she fucks with
Really I'm a big kid, Capri-Suns and Wotsits
My only accomplishment was the WoT stick
All the shit we accomplished, biscuits in the moshpit
Nobody knows who popped it, you smelt it, you dealt it
Don't hold me back nigga, get off
That thing lookin' like a Giraffe
See it when I walk past
Judge you over your past
And the same old task
Hates to change the forecast
Boulders in all cars

If you ask me how I am, I say I am go-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everything, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do
If you ask me how I am, I say I am go-do-do-do-do-do
Carry something sounding, like do-do-do-do-do
They watching everything, I do-do-do-do-do
Mind my own business, like do-do-do-do-do

| Lyrics | J Hus - Leave Me |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Leave Me
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017

"J Hus - Clartin"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Clartin |

I got love for all my people
She said I love and I need you
Yeah love I believe you
But I gotta love you and leave you
Smile of an angel
Don't let that decieve you
Cause sometimes I'm evil
I just, I just

Start clartin it off, clartin it off
My friend wann' bang, my friend wann' bang
So I start passin' it off
Woooh
Wait, yo, rah that's enough
Pass it back, pass it back
Lemme start clartin it off

Driver take a right turn
My turn my turn
Babyface with no sideburns
Bruv grown man get dumped on
Pull my top where my face is
Come through topless and faceless
Pull your bro like I'm famous
With that superstar status

And then clartin it off, clartin it off (Oh My Gosh)
My friend wann' bang, my friend wann' bang
So I start passin' it off
Wait yo, rah that's enough
Pass it back, pass it back
Lemme start clartin it off

Won't call it an early day
On your side where the Turner stay
Other side of your mother's ride
What you can't drive you gotta learn today
On a one way to an early brave
Recline my seat back anyway
Forgot to plan my get-away
Put your foot on the gas like andale andale
What? Is that what you're doing now
Whole ting get ruined now
I don't even know half my opps
Why I'm permenantly screwing now
Is he a paigon, not certain
No time for any conversing
Nearly clarted up the wrong person
Had to try and test if my stuff's working

And start clartin it off, clartin it off (Oh My Gosh)
My friend wann' bang, my friend wann' bang
So I start passin' it off
Wait yo, rah that's enough
Pass it back, pass it back
Lemme start clartin it off

And start clartin it off, clartin it off (Oh My Gosh)
My friend wann' bang, my friend wann' bang
So I start passin' it off
Wait yo, rah that's enough
Pass it back, pass it back
Lemme start clartin it off

And start clartin it off, clartin it off (Oh My Gosh)
My friend wann' bang, my friend wann' bang
So I start passin' it off
Wait yo, rah that's enough
Pass it back, pass it back
Lemme start clartin it off

| Lyrics | J Hus - Clartin |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Clartin
Album: Common Sense
Rilis: 2017