JT Coming lyrics

by

Fatman Scoop



[Intro]
(Swag)

[Verse 1]
JT, you know I'm vicious
Fenty lip gloss and I'm blowin' kisses (Mwah)
Pullin' up with forty b*tches
They jumpin' in the pool and they showin' titties
Whistle while you twerkin'
f*ck unemployment, b*tch, we workin' (We workin')
I'm never tired of Birkins
Add a Louis lingerie and Fendi curtains (Yeah)
Swear to God
I'm in the gym doin' squats in my Yeezy Pods (Ye)
I'm with the sh*t for real
One time for my b*tches in the stripper heels
What's up, twin? Why you sittin' still? (Get up)
Make that ass clap so I know it's real
Don't panic, b*tch
You don't want me to get on my Miami sh*t

[Chorus]
Like JT comin', JT comin' (Swag), JT, JT, JT comin' (Swag)
JT comin', JT comin', JT, JT, JT comin' (Swag, hold on)
JT comin', JT comin', JT, JT, JT comin' (Swag, yeah)
JT comin', JT comin', rich-ass n*gga, throw that money (Cash)
[Verse 2]
It's been a while since you gave, ho, it's time to give it up (Give it up)
Like a b*tch with a fresh BBL, you can't sit with us (Nah)
Fine motherf*cker, white boys say I rock (Hah)
I gotta stay protected 'cause y'all stay on my c*ck
My new whip beautiful, I call it pus*y whip
It was a gift, my n*gga friends say he pus*y whipped (Skrrt)
But he really rich, big fish, his opps try the same sh*t
And them n*ggas really think they flexin' (Hahaha)
Me and my b*tches got iced-out wristbands (Ice, ice)
It's never givin' broke, we the rich friends (Yeah)
All from the pus*y and these rich men (Yeah)
All my friends do hair, pull scams

[Chorus]
Like JT comin', JT comin', JT, JT, JT comin'
JT comin', JT comin', JT, JT, JT comin' (Swag, hold on)
JT comin', JT comin', JT, JT, JT comin' (Swag, yeah)
JT comin', JT comin', rich-ass n*gga, throw that money (Cash)
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