Jack Harlow - Just Us (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Jack Harlow - Just Us (en) Lyrics
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I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm tryna bust
nuts in this, huh
Let's keep it
On a hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she's so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutchin' my , huh
I'm adjusting my , huh
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushing this
Slow it down like macaroni
I know it sounds like Zack and Cody
This life's sweet, I mean highkey
And you might be
Something that isn't
quite but slightly
Resembles wifey, I'ma
need this nightly
You say you know all about Pisces
I disagree but call it out nicely
I'm all on you, falling out my seat
This life's sweet, I
mean highkey (Yeah)
Two hands on my 'fro,
starin' into my soul
Leg up on that chair, hand on that
arm, tongue in that throat
I don't play with my pen,
leave it on a good note
Keep you all on your toes, leave
the TV off for this show
You a softy, marshmallows
and black coffee
My mouth cold from this blue frosty
My back blown 'cause you blew
it off me, like, uh
You want me or what?
Prove that with yo' , huh
Spend sum' for this, huh?
Who said that ain't love?
And this bass hittin' real backhanded
Insatiable, I'm like Pac-Man
We go back further than backgammon
Hey, Jackman, I mean, Jack Rabbit
I'm runnin' while I look back at it
Fans really some fanatics
They cooked, kinda like crack addicts
We cookin' shit up like black magic
Backs to 'em, paper talk,
spoke fax to 'em
Makeup on for these pop features
I'm throwin' ass to some bad music
Yeah, I'm that stupid, like, duh
You mad cute, I wan' fuck
Don't ice box me, let's touch
She clutch-clutchin' my , huh (My huh)
I'm adjusting my , huh (Huh)
We can just be friends
like Musiq Soulchild
And Bobby Valentino, you
can slow it down
We got all these Temptations
like the group from Motown
And I'm player like the crew that
came up through my hometown
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