Jean Claude Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

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[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
(??)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
Check, check, yeah
Check, check, check, yeah
Check, check, yeah
Oh yeah, I'm feeling that s*it now, (??)
You dig
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
She loves me, she loves me not (Loves me not)
DBS in the lot, I'm taking green tea shots (Uh)
I usually don't drink them s*its, but she gon' let me beat now (Uh)
She wouldn't fu*k when I was broke, I guess I'm on my feet now

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Just ask Christina, I was hiding them racks in the drop ceiling
Matthew got his PhD now, b!tch, I could start a clinic (Uh)
Every day I talk to Will Gates, plotting on ways to get it
Hoes done tricked y'all into tricking, let's take this s*it back to pimping (Nah)
Stay consistent and I guarantee, my n!gga, we gon' ball, won't fall
Life a Bloodsport, you gotta be Jean-Claude
Saw my b!tch ain't have no discipline and I ain't want no part
Thinking she's slicker by fu*king a n!gga that's richer, but I ain't got no heart
B!tch, I'm from the crib, I'm repping that fin like I was cold hard
Well, shut your mouth and let these lawyers talk and it'll be no charge, on God
How to make it out the east side of Gary? I wrote the book
Grammy night felt like n!ggas took my trophy like Reggie Bush, n!gga (Bush, n!gga)
She loves me, she loves me not (Loves me not)
No matter how n!gga plot, I can't be knocked from my spot
Shoulda gave it all up in that parking lot, boy, you ain't have to get shot
Gotta protect your little rap business, so you ain't gon' talk to the cops
That's why it's sweet picking
These n!gga sweet licks, they free chicken
Took the chains off of everybody, it was a sweet mission
Meanwhile, I'm busting these bands down on some freak b!tches
Houston ho, she cheat on her wife for me, she sneak d!cking
She loves me, she loves me not
The rap game don't love nobody, you gotta get in and get out
Gotta get in and get hot
Gotta get in and get paid
You can walk away from it with nothing, so when it end, it's a waste
But stay persistent and I guarantee, my n!gga, we gon' ball, won't fall
Life of Bloodsport, I gotta be Jean Claude for my dogs
N!gga dishing out love taps
I bet it be a pretty service when I send love back
So keep it cute, n!gga (B!tch)

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
She loves me, she loves me not
DBS in the lot, I'm taking green tea shots
I usually don't drink them s*its, but she gon' let me beat now
'Bout to fu*k that ass in Paris, pu*sy magnifique now (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
You can go
We both know I wasn't going back with you, bro
You're right
Just like you and I both know
Even at the top of a fu*king mountain
It's always another peak