Jay Gudda All Fours Lyrics

[Intro]

[Hook 1: Jay Gudda]
I just sold a quarter, now I ball all four
I don't want your whore, trust me, we can all score
I don't want no keys, quarter pounds open doors
Your girl on her knees, I like mine on all fours, of course

[Verse 1: Jay Gudda]
Nine-Eleven, bitch I want that f*ckin' Porsche
Ninety-Seven, I was grounded, now I'm floored
I stay busy, never bored, my whole city, you've been warned
f*ck a wave, this a storm, f*ck a grave, I wasn't born
If I got all these issues, I hope they got magazines
I do or don't f*ck with you, I don't see no in-betweens
And I can't give no game to those who play on different teams
I can switch a scheme, in my verse or the Kareem
Your bitch a fiend, like Billie Jean, for dick and weed
And I'm a dick, plus I got weed, let's proceed
Baby Please, I got a true endeavor
I might be the worst, but you can't do no better
They ain't flippin' birds, they're just losing feathers
And they might be in first, but I'm good with pressure
And even when I curse, it's in cursive letters
I might just be cursed forever

[Hook 2: Jay Gudda]
I just sold a quarter, now I ball all four
I don't want your whore, trust me, we can all score
I don't want no keys, quarter pounds open doors Your girl on her knees, I like mine on all fours, of course

[Verse 2: Jay Gudda]
I'm playing Korn
Keep your freak up on a leash, she a freaky little jawn
I've been speaking to the Lord, you've been Tweeting like a broad
I can see that you're a fraud, f*ck your clique and f*ck your squad
You're a bitch, and I'm a dog
Crickets or applause, I'm still grippin' on my draws
Liquor sippin' like it's Voss, steady trippin' on my flaws
I'm swimming in her guts, if you're fishing this is Jaws
And I don't give a f*ck, all I listen to is God
All I listen to is Hov, all I listen to is Wayne
I don't listen to no hoe, why the f*ck must I explain
No I don't want a chain, and I pray that I don't change
All I want is my name, and some really silly brain
Now you know why I came, please don't think we've been the same
I don't trust what many claim, I don't f*ck with petty lames
Some runoff at the lips, others focus, steady, aim
Some people ride the niche, others go against the grain

[Hook 3: Jay Gudda]
I just sold a quarter, now I ball all four
I don't want your whore, trust me, we can all score
I don't want no keys, quarter pounds open doors
Your girl on her knees, I like mine on all fours, of course