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Jream Girls/Rich n Rude Freestyle -Jasiri

Lyrics below 👇🏽 


Getting my money so effortless 
I am the one that these bitches should never test
I got the bentley the rover and better yet Rarris been looking too good its a better get

New rolls, with beige curtains
These niggas that i keep on curving
My spot the top that they thirsting 
And these bitches just mad that im perfect 

Perfection, the condition, state, or quality of being free from all flaws. Perfection. A quality something jasiri has and what the sum majority of these regular bitches do not

(Mr mr mr mr perfect)

Ion mean to brag and all but they call me Mr perfect 
And im not hard to work with
Just keep me around them bitches that speak turkish
Dared a bitch, name a time, that they was worth shit
Sat there, tapped my foot, waited she aint word shit 

Heard another bitch dont like me well, go and join the party
Aint no drinks or no pretty hoes sit there and be sorry
My waist never present bitch got too many tardys
You’re a black boy hoe stop saying youre a barbie

You know im coming on these tracks hard, no question
Too many bars end my sentence like a question 
Made a bitch mad another succesion
I tolerate dislike but not the obsession

Im in big bear you in slums bitch where yo mace at
You know the disrespect a bitch like me cant take that
Bitch you all up in them highlights ugly dont embrace that
My head on yo nigga chest saying he dont claim that

I gotta point to prove like touchdown replay
Wrist so cool you know these hoes dont see j (CJ)
asked god for a gift and get this cause three came
To humble bitches, loads of wealth, not to mention pretty face

Damn you gotta bitch fucked up
If i dont get to see you bitch your lucks up
In my city when i catch you putcho knucks up
Gottem on tape these bitches ducked up

Ho is you dumb, you see the way that my flow change
If you walked to me my speach ready i got no change 
Im washing bitches up, like a bitch, got no drain
All these bitches sending shots, bitch im liam no payne

My wrist about a couple hunnid
Bitches loud but they aint budded
So until them im gone shrugg it
When that time come ho its nuthin
Every chain that i got studded
had a taste and said he love it
up they ass just like a puppet

These bitches aint gone wanna ball
Bitch you know i never fall
Short im always standing tall
Why would these bitches wanna brawl
 glory i deserve it
Keeping bitches chirping 
Have a nigga murk it
Bitches known I’m perfect

Mr perfect

RICH $PORT REMIX JASIRI

Lyrics below 🫶🏽

Chorus)Left the loft, almost crashed new car go to fast
Early access, store got closed just for my new bag
Wont me gone, well bitch guess what thats too bad
Too bad
Too bad!
My nigga, dont, play bout me yeah he really riding
My people, dont, play bout me, yeah they really sliding
Standing, on the, buisness that, these bitches gone keep minding 
Ho keep minding 
He really riding

(Verse)
Came to conclusion,  really da best
6 bedroom home, never have guest
Chanel and vuitton, never had guess
These bitches wouldve, never had guessed

To think that, id be da, aepx predator 
Did it my lonesome, aint no creditor
Wanted my mills, so bitch i tredded her
A bitch had it out for me nd I Beded her

You know these hoes aint been on shit right
Stay laced up incase a bitch trip by

I aint playing bout the money hoe the bag on lock, 
real secure with a mother fucking zip tie

Got my Foot up on the dash (huh)
Still playing with the cash (huh)
I go in nuts in a song like a horny nigga shooting his load inna sock mismatch

Playing with my words like alphabet soup
watching my back aint never had a group
Aint never had a herd
a loss never heard
This bitch never heard
Bitch im all the way in turks

Man i know they hate me, i just act obvious
money coming in, this shit never tedious
Feed off energy hoes not feeding it
bar for these hoes aint nan bitch meeting it

Been around the around got more stops to go
Fucking with jasiri jream bitch thats impossible 

Aint hard to find not hiding lil nigga
Just the checked price and my price got bigga
Im shooting shots right hand on the trigga
Lets just face it bitch im slydin nigga

Slydin

Hoe Down Ft. Kapri Milani

Lyrics below 🦇

(Control lyrics)
Kicked up with with my feet in the back if the maybach
Cant Challenge my throne these hoes better layback
I Just wanted the glory but then i became that
I got em all bent they got a case of the sway back

Im back on the prowl , no chance, hoes gotta face that
She gave her 2 cents no chance known for da payback

Tag im in no take backs 
Hoes gone obey that 
My pockets so gross what i gross these hoes is never gone make 

They feenin for problems and now they gone get it now alla you bitches done

Im Like Fuck being being cheery ho cereal killing you bitches is fucking fun

Gotta A crown to uphold
Im making them fold
Im in control
Jasiri control

Im back and im better den
Every bitch in the pen
Fuck a group indapend
Not wit da sentiments 
Niggas behind again
Ketchup like condiment
Pretty they opposite 
Siri too opulent

(Vania) lyrics
Stayed being patient now these bitches times up
They sayin im a dick and they hate the way i rise up
I live in romania, you will never find her (ha)
Im giving all these bitches business like my open sign up

(Chorus)
Im coming for the blood on these bitches
I Left my worst critic in some stiches( Vania)
No garlic leaving knot up on these bitches
No garlic cause im count dracs mistress

(Verse)
These bitches trash leave em on the floor guess im littering 
Im on they heads bitch treat em  im conditioning
Im putting bitches out they misery with quickening 
Im really sickening i leave em sniffling 

Man i been on top so long whats the point of battling
i toss my dough up in the air like italians

I got niggas pissed off, they hate me bitch
I got too many bars, like a bitch aint snitch

If im in it, then I win it, bitch i ball hard like erection
Not talking niall or the river going one direction
The money is direction, i hope that wasnt quiestioned
I could never let a bitch cross me, fuck pedestrians

Im not fucking with the fake shit so thats everybody
asked me whos a bitch fucking with me couldn’t name a bawdy

I got everything you want bitch with your mad ass
Its So hard to watch my back with my fat ass
I got all this cash
Too many money bags
You niggas punching bags
I send em running back

You bitches shit is trash
All i do is laugh
Foreign airports that i touchdown like a running back

I just keep finding shit to keep on fucking brag about
All i am is mr perfect what they mad about
Im the hot commodity im everything they chat about
Cant do anything without a bitch steady crashing out

Why these niggas backing out I thought they wanted war
Saw they friend get in the field now that bitch is a type of sore

Im not beefing with a bitch about a rich sport
You get the point lil bitch but you aint score

Like bitch im top of the top
That little bitch is a chop
You know chanel im gone cop
And i dont think im gone stop
Headliner like im mania
inflicting all that pain in ya
Im headed to the romania
Bitch im really vania

Control/Vania

Activated (freestyle)

Lyrics:

Im finna crash out
Im on they ass now
They wanna clash now
I gotta crush no ask out
Im on the track i black out
On them i crap out
Lets bring the facts out
I been the shit then 
Even  now

So here we are and i didnt wanna have to do it
I take a lot from past battles but dont ever lose it
They thought they ended i popped back up and never knew it
Because i came from behind like i just got done screwing
Man i hate these bitches
And Man i hate these niggas
Seal the competition 
I aint talking flippers
I get my peta griffin
This thumb steady drippin
Cause im finger lickin
When im finger flippin
They steady criticizing, this a mean redditt
How i lose a friend, if only he regret it
Glory and the status think i cant possess it 
Ima prove em wrong thats a promise man i swear it

I was the bitch all these hoes to laugh at
I locked in put my work in now i laugh back
Im in own lane no openents on some fasttrack
I make em tear know they crying want they lash back

Im at the top so you know its just really fuck these bitches
Im homo but i set em straight dont plan on fucking bitches
Im sending shots out no pg dont rum these bitches
Im undisputed cant be fucked with so that sums these bitches
Man i told you hoes that i really do this
Got the trophie case and medals just to prove it 

Stacking up my cash 
then hit em with the dash
In a flash bitch i passed
Every bitch that said my named and bashed

Im a crash out
Man i black out
They get packed out
Thats a fact now

CrashOut

Scrap1/Dumb, Dumb, And Dumber(RMX)

Lyrics:
I dont settle for no draw but Im damn sholl hone leave a trace that results to a cold case
Made him take off his cap like lowercase 
Come here nigga lemme show you this cookie taste

In the back tryna mack nigga dig in that
leg back let em eat it inna scat pack

Moneys comin in
price doubling
Another bitch that i kilt no dublin

They gone trash talk
I Let my tracks talk
Crusing down with a nigga in a trackhawk

Pls rollie on my wrist is presidential 
Pls im really that go and check credentials 
Pls i think these bitches lost the fundemetals
I need a payout for a verse needa fund my mental

All this green in my palm like trees
I get bored and start juggling my keys
They in the air its a swarm of some b’s
Wait rewind that, until it syncs

Im who they copying off
who they profiting off
But they doing it off
Bitches losing the plot
Huh
I set fire to that ass ho
You on a streak but i aint nun like the last ho
Its belt to ass all day yk how that go
Im showing mercy cause its often body bags ho

Cross me first time thats a back hand
Then i grab the remi if i cant stand

Ima go the extra mile never take a loss
Ima go the extra mile gasin bitches off

Im pounding bitches in aint no phone dial
Leaving they remains, on my whole tile

These pretty looks they can come off deceiving
I Make a bitch life shitty brown  Cleveland 
Im so sick and tired of tired of dealing with these heathens
These ugly bitches faces fucking up my evenings 

Knocking heads off bitch im on my batter up
All this cake like bitch i got my batter up
Ima bad bitch they just fucking sadder pups
You cant reach my level bitch go putcho ladder up

Kiss my ring bitch and get the toes too
If you was best new artist they would’ve chose you
Like wtf im proving bitch i den shown you
These hoes career dyed i set the tone boo

I den had about enough will all these fake cheap hoes
Siri why you mad on the track cause i hate these hoes
Man im trumping these bitches know they hate how it feels
Cause its no ban on tiktok but im keepin it reel

fundamental (freestyle)

Class pet lyrics:

He wanna drop ep’s lets see just how this hoe do
No muni pull them strips out its no blues
Her name ace but the bitch aint play her cards right
Big mouth on siri name but diss on small bites 
You not the girly like the bitch you got to song write
In my DM’s begging for a plea bitch bow
Talking bout I’m on a track a bitch loud
But you ain’t on track or let alone a station
Cant respect a bitch that need a mediation
I’m pretty and I’m poppin so they talking yes of course 
All up on a podcast tryna get endorsed
17 year old lil booger bitch go do you chores
You cant give me no critiques when paying for a chorus
In tennis a ace supposed to be a serve so fast
But (the thing is) your songs be so trash
Shoutout my bitch Bryant for giving us a goon
Its a sun(son)set but I’m still wiping out a moon
Pretty in the face we can go ahead and fact that
Lap doggin ass bitch go and take your lap back
Begging for a pat back
Bitch I cant respect that
This is only surface level but you couldn’t scratch that

Finale lyrics:
Im trappin out, got the whole soundcloud goin in frenzys when track is out
Benjis on benjis on benjis i put em on heads thats for any bitch acting out

She talking slick might have to go put the bitch up in one of my urns
Give it up bitch you not cute with that Norbit ass fro and them nappy sideburns

Behold, pure talent this the only time you gone be valid
kissing up toes on podcast and scrubbing they feet and then licking they callus

Now give me that pretty boy chain 
You know you do not fit that name
Naming yourself a card game just
For you to get decked up your head with a spade 

Now lets be real fucking seri
Why would I ask on for siri
Maybe if you asked for siri
You wouldnt have bitches up writing your lyrics

Now who told you you was a threat
They already said im best
Thats coming all of the vets
Inlcuding the ones thats pumping your chest

Im pretty I know what it comes with
Another day another dumb bitch
I wish you never made rapping a hobby when bored you should’ve just thumb twitched

Already said I was pretty
I followed back it was pitty
That ep was so shitty
Not getting out of your city

I hope you enjoyed this bitch i gave what you wanted I gave you some spot light
But when this beat ends you know that that’s all you know thats just where it ends right 

Jasiri when you gone drop
You dont get that you a flop
My hand was twitching too long im happy you got to be the bitch I pop

Class Pet/Finale

WAKE UP F1LTHY REMIX (FT. JADÈ)

Lyrics below 🛩️👇🏽

Chorus:
Hollup wait hollon
Got the black truck in the back
Wait hollup wait hollon
Got a stack of some cash
Wait hollup wait hollon
Im a different typa tax we will never be inuit witcha dumb fuckin ass
Verse 1:
Put these bitches up on the map and they aint a treasure
Got this fur chanel bag bitches ask to pet her
They acting like its new nah bitch I been better
They worst nightmare you know jasiri jream better

Rings better, my diamonds gleem better
Way I snap on the beat aint never seen better
Im making wishes under stars and I aint outside
Bitches seeking for me now they hiding count to 5

Gassed up
Wait looked another bitch i passed up
Bags tuff
No I really mean that my bags tuft
Thats tuft
Broke ass hoe like go and getcho cash up
Mad bucks
The Ones don’t got it getting mad buck

You can see my long heels through my chinchilla 
My bentley all black but you know my seats vanilla
For every fake bitch siri only getting reala
Live alone dont need no fucken love up in my villa
Somebody pls tell ha
Thats ima sick killa
Her life at steak and Ima be the bitch to really grill ha

Big jet up in a big jet
How I leave em needing stitches and jasiri never seem stressed (seamsstress)

Chorus 2: 
Hollup wait hollon
Got the black truck in the back
Wait hollup wait hollon
Got a stack of some cash
Wait hollup wait hollon
Bitch you wack aint taking back
Making bitches get the goose up on they arm without a quack 

Verse 2:
You see me toppin it im toppin in the charts still
I gave a man a chance and he fucked around and cartwheeled
Im smackdown’in on a bitch and they will not heal (heel)
Face the facts that bitch you just okay you not ill

In my foreign skirting off like i got undressed
Diamonds got me needing gills go ahead and test
Im cleaning up any btich that like to make a mess
And use they bones for the bitches that like playing fletch

All my points is proven
Got money like im ruben
We know they really rootin
Sometype of undoing 

But i aint finished yet
I know they do they best
But it aint never met
What jasiri set

Im pretty little ho you better face
basic
Yes bitch you just basic

Hollup
Wait bitch you better hollup
Stroll up
These my daughters need stroll up

Jasiri

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