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lilbluejay
- Got this s**t on lock got me feeling like jay(yea)
- talk, but i pull up and pop wit da glock any day
- We can box your block wit da k
- aim so good
- I drop two bodies aday
- Playa haters get shot anyway
- I got away with it
- And take your foreign chicks with it
- with what? my money
- All this weed I'm feelin
- It's time to make a killin
- yo girl all on me she just wanna fillin
- I just put her on the line and then I get to squeezin
- yea/im allergic to yall poor niggas when around yall i be sneezin
- Man she don't wanna deal with me
- cuz i hit it like this and then leave her in the breezz ya
- My little brother looking like this
- runnin yo mouth well kill you for da dis
- when yo girl pull up at the crib we do more than just kiss
- Cause she just wanna feed her p***y
- and im always in it for the money
- she slow want me to put a ring on her finger
- i said no now im a rap star singer
- pull up wit my pole and turn dis stick to a death row beamer
- yea beamer it kill switch in my mind niggas tryna switch it
- got so many nigga on my list cant really be caught slippin
- target on my back niggas see me grab they gun they tryna clip it
- but i get mine first tryna challenge me Lil nigga I give you my worst
- talk bout gang jobs Lil nigga i was 13 when I got my first
- yea) didnt have a dad growing up ruthless so i keep my gun on my cup
- yea )never ever slip so no need for a back up story some girls only hit me up if they horny
- but i aint stupid i make em pay for me sum one think they tough hit em in the head
- make him forget what i said like he dory
- threats in the hood im not slow i damn well know they toards me
- we keep score on bodies and my glock keeps scoring
- i aint trippin last week hit sum nigga named cory
- think im capping spraid so bad bullet hole looked like stabbings
- yea i own them streats this morning i shot a niggs named pete
- he tried to run but my bullets were faster than his feet
- hit him head shot walk to his body no movement not even a peep
- we movin through ya sreet like sum dirt im the broom you gonna get sweeped
- our wrists and necks cold but we bring the heat
- My glock is tha juge and im the Jurry
- U waz runnin yo mouth thats why yo cousin got put to sleep
- Yea ..Yuh
- Im got hands wit da bread my new rent could pay yo lease
- We runnin through ya streets like a disease oh wait Corona virus
- Yea bitch you cant get rid of me
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