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Ima just spit you what Im sayin yeah yeah
Uh uh yeah whoa yeah
Me and my patners in the country
Shooting pistols like what up
We shoot at our targets

of the paddy wagon, Jonny got arrested It's a far cry from old Lil' Jon the Baptist
Started skipping school cause I ain't really with the message
Mama good with

with that today hey bae
I'm really tired of running wild, now

I need you to keep me grounded ooo
I need you to keep me grounded ooo
I need you to keep

screamin' my name and she grabbin' my back like, whoa

I pull up moves that she never seen before
Took her to the bedroom, then I fuck her on the porch
Then

12th grade know you probably thought it's a fling
Now you run around the town like you hotter than me
Lil bish I might have to hit a lick
All your

sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers,

Now I like where this is heading
Stop playing with me lil bruh I just want my money worth
On my magic sleigh shit I be heading straight north
This my

year I was busy countin' a mill
I moved out da hood and now my house is on a hill
And I ain't takin' shots, bitch, my jewelery all real

First class

on my neck, says she know me (yeah)
I ain't grow up in the hood ain't no thug life (whoa)
But I grew up by the beach racin' dirt-bikes
Had a couple of my

on my neck, says she know me (yeah)
I ain't grow up in the hood ain't no thug life (whoa)
But I grew up by the beach racin' dirt-bikes
Had a couple of my

on my neck, says she know me (yeah)
I ain't grow up in the hood ain't no thug life (whoa)
But I grew up by the beach racin' dirt-bikes
Had a couple of my

and they call me the man
Never put me to the test, cuz you know I can (know I can)
Yeah It was a one night stand, and now she a fan
Do a drive-by like van
Do

talking like she wanna get dumb
Feelin’ like able cause my face went numb yeah
I feel like Bueller I’m skipping out
I’m making moves so they with me now

Juise Lee
And this is how it go
I say this is how it go whoa
Please don't stop the groove
Alright now
Whooo
Please don't stop the groove
Yea
Get it

your shade in my light
Get the fuck out my life oh yeah
9 O'clock in the morning
All by myself
Don't you worry bout me
Imma get my fill
Whoa there lil

west of Warden ain't blessed!
`Till I cop me a lil' kingdom in dat Borough dawg; I'm on skress!
When I'm hoppin out dat '75 they watchin' like I'm on set

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

payday
I'm giving it all to my ladies
My wife and my momma my babies
My brothers my sisters lil A.J.
Whoa
I got to get them some more
I'm bout to kick

Fuck being humble now

Okay Kendale you spazzing, bringing the passion
Lighting the matches, it's time to bring damage
Fire like dragons, I'm on they

licorice
Wanna suck my whoa! Taste it
Finger lickin' good some sweet shit
Sugar high dum dum I'm so lit
Now and later
I be the star burst in flavor

and I flow all of you haters got no room to show
Talking on me like we personal whoa
Came on her face now she got a good glow, selling the gram by the ten

was this (Oh yeah-aye)
But now I can't stand that lil bitch (Why?)
Man now I just gotta get rich (Get rich yaa)
But now I just put down the blick, I

from my cousin just from bein' in the kitchen, I whipped it
Now I'm sellin' bricks to Andrew Wiggins
I beat a nigga up that used to play for

bitch baby I'm flexing (flex)
Lil baby she know I'm dependent (yah, yah)
Make her pull up I engineer vibes (vibes)
I'm a go get my money by minute (tell