I Got You Open Lyrics

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Here I go

I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking

I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking

I only spit the truth with every lyric I have spoken

I do this for the woopers and those locin

My flows are bulbous never bogus bring it to your door like a notice

I'll eat away at your flesh like a locust, I ain't joking

I got the funk to make you think I do not know what soap is

I spit it so atrocious with the rhythm that's the grossest

I'm shit hot, got your bitch on my dick lip locked

Diving in your chest like a rib shot

I spit rocks nasty like a trucker pit stop

And I smoke like crack

Flows got you higher than a pitch

Octaves, rock shit, pop shit, leave your head on the floor

Niggas wanna battle but ill-prepared for the war

I do not mean eagles when I say that I will leave a beat sore

This is Ian J all up in your pores

I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking

I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking

I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

My funk is redonculous

Big-bodied flows and my heart is humongous

3 minus 4 you're the 1, uh negative

Fe fi fo fum he needs oxygen cause he's got no lungs

The words that I speak are sweet like cinnamon

Now let the funk course through your veins like adrenaline

I'm venoming, used to be a bitter man

But my skin is bitumen

Black thick and rough my lyrics erupt

With flips, I flip my shit here is the tuck

Lyrical harassment, lyrical assassin

What I spit is pivotal I hope you feel my passion

Now vibe out with me, vibe out with me

Vibe out with me, I got the funk

Now vibe out with me, vibe out with me

Vibe out with me, I got the funk

I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking

I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

I got you open, light your fire bitch I got you smoking

I'm Ian J in Ya Mouth fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking

Fresh to death, no crocking