Lyrics:
you’d be dead ass wrong
don’t bet that hand
Nah
They want me to play that song
You can bet I am
Huh
It go
Gold chain
Cuban link
Roll a J of jubilee
Black
bitch, you can't fake it
When it's real, I'm cappin' like the snub-nosed, they pay me
I love hoes, never go home when the club close
I do shows, ride
tell just by the look in your eyes
You want me baby
You can get it if you want some
Better be ready cause you're in for a ride
Cause once I'm finish you
Its Yaa Guyy
Unh
Heard they mentioned my name (For The Cheese)
Guaranteed they won't do nothin (No)
"Ice JJ" when he dance (What that mean?)
In other
song
That has nothing at all to do with God
But it's miles away from this sad town
And the stupid kids who get her down
Just wait until Big Julie
c'est du haut débit (look)
J'ai ma lean, j'ai mon Dry (lean)
Hey, j'te pull up et get out my way (paw)
¿Qué lo que, mami? ¿Qué lo que, papi?
C'est
C'est pas facile d'être Crooner J'prendrais mon sac à dos
Trop dangereux d'être gangster Sans y mettre vos photos
Il faut du temps pour être savant
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille
(Hitmaka)
(June, you're a genius)
Yeah
Tryna fuck with real niggas, commas in the safe
Gotta do what it take, yeah (yeah)
Forgi's
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
body quiver, can you take a lil pain
You be comin round here like every other day
I live the player life, I do it the player way
She said I'm WORKIN
ready to (Mow)
You know they don't play
They ready to spray
Don't ever come by me I stay with a drac
I'm making my money it go to the bank
You getting no
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time
J this shit too crazy thank you Jaylen
I appreciate you man
But right now I'm hungry i need a-
Mac sauce on the double cheese
One time for fat
teach you
Yeah big ass pole'll reach you
Yeah I did it again what my twin do
Yeah purple zyn like Windu
Yeah rock out by myself hell nah I'm not sorry
I
tents with that Du on high
I play my own shit it put me in my own vibe
Big blunts get me high
And it help to ease my mind
Riding behind tents with that Du
christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets
Why did I have to do it
it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man
Big G Herbo, I
just can dig into that
She gotta jiggle, she, uh, she gotta do it cause she know I'm a dog
Why must I chase the cat, I ain't no cat, I'm a real live hog
any day, I'ma go and get it
Pair of J's and my Florida fitted
Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate is found in my soul and spirit
Young nigga
premeditated
Still remember like yesterday
When them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day, I'mma go and get it
Pair of J's and my Florida fitted
you
I just you hope you feel it like i do
Been creating shit just to slide to
So i slide through
Life is like a movie
Making big moves
You can't tell
on the chain, got a lil fame
But I still be in the
Trenches with robbers and killers
Just doin' my thing
All of my niggas the same
I keep it simple and plain
Big
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