you’re a jerk lyrics – lola monroe

“you’re a jerk”

you can be a jerk i could be a jerk too
you can be a jerk i could be a jerk too
you can be a jerk i could be a jerk too
att*tude mean got ’em cryin’ boo who

no cut cards when you need you get a clue
it’s nothing to a boss b*tch this is what i do
step up in the club and my b*tches with me
they see me but i don’t see he

diamonds lookin’ foggy and there’s rent on my feet
so i read him three snaps now what is the take
don’t they know i’m way to fly-i-i
money on my mind get me so high-i

my dope is my boo you the n*gg* on the side
money make me c*m you just kinda get me by
i didn’t come to the club to be booked by you
lookin’ at your louis v’s like you think you fly too

louis don’t even make ma make them i do
where ever they do that at you need a f*ckin’ fly clue
cause i’m tryin’ to put you on to somethin’?
i’m tired of you lame *ss n*gg*s steppin’ out with the fake sh*t on

like louis don’t even make the big shirts with the lv’s all over ’em like and two x’s that’s italian b*tch
like come on, then you got the fake *ss gucci tennis shoes shiny as a mut ha f*cka
talkin’ bout they came out last year, b*tch i know what came out
last year you fradulent and phoney m*th* f*cka

how you wanna do this make it easier for you
a lame n*gg* sh*t i ain’t really into
a n*gg* like you i would never ever screw
got a dirty dirty d*ck hit these b*tches like a flu

i’m a tell you like a queen told me f*ck these n*gg*s like i strap on the d
i’m in in the club talkin’ over the beat
sendin’ over cups is that ‘posed to be sweet
got bottle over here finna send one to you

cause your b*tch lookin’ dry and you lookin’ real flu
step up in the club and the club went mute
way i got ’em gawkin’ they might as well salute
you know how i do, you know how i do, it’s nothin’ to a boss b*tch you know how i do
on my sh*t like a fly b*tch, you know how i do

/ lola monroe lyrics