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32 Bars
by Juggin Jah
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They think that we livin this, they think that we living like that
I'm bouta go hop in the trap, I'm bouta pick up some racks
She bouta swallow my cock, bro like to cook up the rock
I had to full up my glock, My dawg said we heading to the top
Wake up in designer, hopped on the e way
Just licked about 3 plays, free thoughts, me n mahdee on 3 way
You can't walk a mile in my buschemis, my life ain't easy
Running circles around in the trap. Shit feel like a relay
White gold Bandup, Yellow gold BC on my chest drippin. Ice Ice
Ice on my bitch, Diamonds on gold on my wrist, pissin
You Need game lil nigga, I'm give u game, listen
Turned nothing into something. Treat the studio just like my kitchen
Jugginardo jahvinci, my shoes Valentino, my jacket givenchy
Most of my bitches be ratchet, bad, pretty, witty
The killers, the dealers, the scammers, they all be wimme
Judge said I'm a threat to the community
Think they gone stop dope crack, in the community
Momma know I been Juggin since puberty
They watching social media, Im only selling drip truthfully
1 false move in the game can effect u crucially
Paranoid outta town juggin, then kickin coolin in the field
Niggaz still aimin to kill, dead broke set my aim on a mill
I seen brains spill, I used to rob n steal
I'm leanin n driving praying I don't snooze at the wheel
I love my bitch, when our lil 1 come u gone be rich
Co defendant a snitch, I don't trust these niggaz fold up like a bitch
I love the game, I love the hustle, like money Mitch
I aint wit that on n off shit, I'm not a switch
Use to pray for big bands, now they in my Louie bag
He outta line, he better pray to god, they don't chew his ass
Dollar signs in my heart, in bands we trust
I left out my momma house, by myself I ran it up
They think that we livin this, they think that we living like that
I'm bouta go hop in the trap, I'm bouta pick up some racks
She bouta swallow my cock, bro like to cook up the rock
I had to full up my glock, My dawg said we heading to the top
Wake up in designer, hopped on the e way
Just licked about 3 plays, free thoughts, me n mahdee on 3 way
You can't walk a mile in my buschemis, my life ain't easy
Running circles around in the trap. Shit feel like a relay
White gold Bandup, Yellow gold BC on my chest drippin. Ice Ice
Ice on my bitch, Diamonds on gold on my wrist, pissin
You Need game lil nigga, I'm give u game, listen
Turned nothing into something. Treat the studio just like my kitchen
Jugginardo jahvinci, my shoes Valentino, my jacket givenchy
Most of my bitches be ratchet, bad, pretty, witty
The killers, the dealers, the scammers, they all be wimme
Judge said I'm a threat to the community
Think they gone stop dope crack, in the community
Momma know I been Juggin since puberty
They watching social media, Im only selling drip truthfully
1 false move in the game can effect u crucially
Paranoid outta town juggin, then kickin coolin in the field
Niggaz still aimin to kill, dead broke set my aim on a mill
I seen brains spill, I used to rob n steal
I'm leanin n driving praying I don't snooze at the wheel
I love my bitch, when our lil 1 come u gone be rich
Co defendant a snitch, I don't trust these niggaz fold up like a bitch
I love the game, I love the hustle, like money Mitch
I aint wit that on n off shit, I'm not a switch
Use to pray for big bands, now they in my Louie bag
He outta line, he better pray to god, they don't chew his ass
Dollar signs in my heart, in bands we trust
I left out my momma house, by myself I ran it up
