J.T.B. Lyrics

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I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

Your mood is rudest, foolish, use it collecting silver like Judas

I do this clueless, moodless, stab my back 100 times Brutus

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

They yelling they want me Dead

They yelling they want me Dead

Thesе niggas they want me dead yеah

Judas Dead, yeah

Brutus Dead, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

I feel like John The Baptist these bitches yell off with his head yeah

They yelling off with his head, yeah

They yelling off with his head, yeah

369 Days a year

369 Days a year

369 Days a year

They yelling off with his head

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

Since I was little, I been a target

(Channing Leigh) Yeah Yeah

Foolish Ambitions, my omens are Margit

My soul is grafted, I’m feeling real Godrick

They make me seem crazy, to fuck with my logic

I’m taking my Power back Ghost

I’m feeling Real Swayze, she in my Roadhouse dancing all Brazy

I take her Dirty you know that she lazy

Watchtower Hendrix I’m feeling real Hazy, yeah

I Pop the Smoke, never pull triggers

Protected by family, they all hood niggas

I’m feeling with Ghidorah

Rest in peace Doom, Gheedorah

(Hook)

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

I feel like John The Baptist these bitches yell off with his head yeah

They yelling off with his head, yeah

They yelling off with his head, yeah

369 Days a year

369 Days a year

369 Days a year

They yelling off with his head

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

(Verse 2)

This Last chick cut my face open and left me on the floor bleeding

I hit my knees, and I looked to God, and I prayed and I pleaded

I said please, give me revenge on all of my enemies, know that they hate on me, used to be friend to me

Come to my hood, it’s free and accepted

Bitch I’m a maze in, yes I’m Amazing

I put 369 days in, you cannot sleep on me this is not Days Inn

I got the flame and yes it is blazing

All my exes, living in Texas, so I’m George Strait

I’m feeling real Drakish, you know I’m blackish, new one the baddest, yeah she is tatted, my nights be Gladys, yeah

(Hook)

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

I feel like John The Baptist these bitches yell off with his head yeah

They yelling off with his head, yeah

They yelling off with his head, yeah

369 Days a year

369 Days a year

369 Days a year

They yelling off with his head

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches yell off with his head

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck

I feel like John the Baptist the way these niggas cut at my neck, yeah

I feel like John The Baptist the way these bitches they off with his head, yeah

I feel like John The Baptist

I feel like John The Baptist

I feel like John The Baptist

Yeah