JEALOUSY lyrics

[Intro: Aliimah]
Jealousy, jealousy
Jealousy, jealousy
Jealousy, jealousy

[Verse 1: Aliimah]
You may come try to disturb my peace
But ion associate with a Bach' of you hoes to a degree
I put fire on they back, I don't desist, they deceased
b*tches sh*t talk like they don't carry disease
I don't know if it's the titties that got these b*tches real tight
They sleep on me, rec*mbent, I ride the beat like a real bike
When thesе b*tches gossip bout me, do that feel right?
I can go so hard and have somе fun when I feel like
Stayed tune, I came with that f*ckin gas, b*tch I'm automotive
These b*tches ran thru in the game, yeah they locomotive
b*tches in they feelings, it's so giving emotive
Like what was the reason, what the f*ck is these b*tches' motive?
I'm the sh*t, I'm the type to get a b*tch p*ssed
Every time I write a song, yeah, that b*tch hits
Call me a b*tch, but I'm that, who that b*tch is?
And I ain't singing, so y'all betta watch y'all mothaf*ckin pitches

[Chorus: Aliimah]
You b*tches offbeat, stay tryna find the melody
Ain't listen to the music that you are tryna sell to me
Rap b*tches got n*ggas that play infidelity
Still tryna understand why these b*tches got jealousy
"So Aliimah, what the f*ck you really tellin me?
If you got mad bars, wouldn't that become a felony?"
I'd be behind bars, and you'd still be tryna find the beat
Still tryna understand why these b*tches got jealousy
[Verse 2: Dano]
Aliimah, listen
Let me tell you why these b*tches ain't f*cking with you
You push your pen so hard, they think they gotta come against you
And then these silly b*tches think that they can come and diss you
But ain't it funny how they never seem to press the issue?
Yeah all these n*ggas pump fake
That's why I find it so amusing how I make these n*ggas pump breaks
I never ever had to question why they can't take
Cause how you gon delegate what you can't make?
Well excuse me, but I have to laugh
How you plan to get by doing half the math?
You can't aim for a target, scoping half the graph
You ain't getting paid for only doing half the task
Too many slips only leads to the aftermath

[Chorus: Aliimah]
You b*tches offbeat, stay tryna find the melody
Ain't listen to the music that you are tryna sell to me
Rap b*tches got n*ggas that play infidelity
Still tryna understand why these b*tches got jealousy
"So Aliimah, what the f*ck you really tellin me?
If you got mad bars, wouldn't that become a felony?"
I'd be behind bars, and you'd still be tryna find the beat
Still tryna understand why these b*tches got jealousy
[Outro: Aliimah]
Jealousy, b*tch
Group chat shakin b*tch
Now I can see why you dirty bum b*tches got jealousy