JERU THE DAMAJA - A.R.M.E.D lyrics

rate me

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Once a nigga stabbed me with some OPP shit

What is this nigga thinkin’?

He’s tricking my love liquid

Cover the ears, you see, the shit is explicit

Someone is in trouble

Call the bubbles, I’m terrific

Used to stand up for Pacific

My words manipulate your mental

Shorty why would you doubt?

It might get physical

The way I murder mics is criminal

And if you press up, you’re mess up dog, you’re gonna need dental work

It’s time to pay cause the truth hurts your brain

With my hand on your skirt

For that last line, you probably think I’m a jerk

Drop a bomb, make the shit dispersed, wicked

…fly with a pilot

Private, we first class, reverse that

I’m the house chief while you’re in the house sleepin’

I don’t see it, thanks for the wild weekend

I get cash right and I blast iron

Make you pass iron, it’s the vampire

I suck the air out of your flat tire

You look tired

Maybe you could just retire

Don’t you take me for no …

You’ll never catch me in a skirt with a heavy jacket

Real niggaz love me, I’m a crazy bastard

Never dated, yet I’m always hated on

I’m too oppressive for the players with the gaters on

I’m lovely, they will say it’s my amazing charm

Say I’m loving and generous all day long

But never push me, I will break this off

Countin’ every move you ever made was wrong

Bully brothers up lived and celebrate this strong

Now go and get your shot box

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute