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JJ

JJ

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Alright

Shitty Boys, Dodge Simulation

I could wake up in Buckhead or Bloomfield

The only flaw I ever had was being too real

I'm riding around 32s just like two seals

Lil' fuzz all defense, average two steals

I made eleven M's off my two deals

I linked with Eminem and shot the world

You ain't got no rings still, you only shot a girl

I ain't have no loose leaves, so I got the rapper pearl

I put my cousin on and he did some fuck shit

I put my mans cousin on and he did some fuck shit

So please don't talk about no blood shit

I'm the one that tell you loyalty equals love, kid

I put money in they pockets, put 'em in position

Took 'em out they losing situation, put 'em 'round some winners

We burnt out tour buses, pull up in the Sprinters

Oh, you ain't heard I smacked the last driver?

Sex everything, you would think I'm Quagmire

They like, "Why you ain't slept?" It's the bags higher

Can't get your mans hired? Then get your mans fired

Still a scampire, I'm a land buyer, this ain't a pathfinder

My lil' yeah from down south, she don't want corned beef

I'm a maniac, I get to shooting if the door creak

Safe to say that my killer on a score streak

They might call me JJ, but I was born P

You know my mama out her shit, I was born high

Like in the sky, safe to say that I was born fly

Shot up past bees, I'ma call them horseflies

Tell a hoe this the first time she seen a horse fly

This shit on the floor, I'm talking courtside

Open up my geek kit, shit, it's door time

Slamming lamb chops while you off the pork rinds

You ain't never got paid rapping, you got poor rhymes

Why you pulling green with fake beans? That's a poor high

Why you think I'm finna help your dreams? That support mines

I'm all around her mouth like some fluoride

I knew I was finna beat the case watching Court Fried

Why you blowing up my phone knowing that I'm working?

Why you holding up the load knowing that it's urgent?

Why you even trying to slow knowing that it's curtains?

Why you even up a pole knowing that you nervous?

Why you even finna pole knowing that it's curving?

I know I'm dozing off and I know that I'm swerving

I know I'm finna blow it all, I'm knowing that I'm splurging

But everything going perfect, I know that for certain

I'll take me against anybody

If you seen the living dead, let's go see a Fetty zombie

You don't classify as thick, bitch, you got a heavy body

But it's cool, my mama fat too

Ooh, your mama did crack too?

Oh, your mama, she can get her ass fapped too

Like, that's what that MAC do

That's what that Zack do

If it's Racks Blue, it's a blue moon

Finna leave the blue rat off the eighth of blue shrooms

I need moon boots, but not the ones for the hoes

Real deal astronaut ones, I'm finna leave the globe

Da Vinci, when it's time, I'm finna leave the code

They like, "Texas so cheap," but it's hard to leave the snow

Shit, it's hard to leave the code

When that's all you know, you know

It's gon' be a tough task trying to take us down

Everybody burn bridges trying to make up now

You can tell that hoe just left the makeup house

She faking grown, whole time you got a made-up house

She used to be hard to hit, it's a lay-up now

I used to sleep on certain shit, I'ma stay up now

All this motherfucking money 'round and you ain't no pow

All this motherfucking money 'round, it's hard to lay around

Turkey bag terrorists, we be banging pounds

The militia, it's a small crowd we hang around

If I'm in the A, I got Mari, I got Yay around

Free Ghost, I cannot have no fake around

Before I write a statement down, I'll take the trial

Tell her use her feet since she trying to take a mile

Probably got the grill in if you see me fake a smile

I'm a self-made millionaire, what's the hating 'bout?

Like, I don't understand

Shitty Boys, Dodge Simulation, Long Legs Gang, Rip Chris, TWHL

Shit, you hips good, you know the script

Huh, yeah

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

7-7, 7-7, Tryin' shit

Well, well, well, well

I don't want you (I need you), but I need you

Girl, you hurt me (Girl, you hurt me), but you deceive you

I don't want you (I need you), but I need you

Girl, you hurt me (Girl, you hurt me), but you deceive you

Cheap thrills mean nothing

If you have a broken heart

Cheap thrills mean nothing

They will tear your soul apart

Cheap thrills mean nothing

If you have a broken heart

Cheap thrills mean nothing

They will tear your soul apart

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Geek Squad

Geek Squad

ShittyBoyz

Timeout

Timeout

ShittyBoyz

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

StanWill

Limitless

Limitless

StanWill

Bada Boom Bada Bada Bing

Bada Boom Bada Bada Bing

Trdee

Tekken 5

Tekken 5

Trdee

You Know (feat. Babyfxce E)

You Know (feat. Babyfxce E)

1up Tee

Dark Web

Dark Web

Teejayx6

The Sit Down

The Sit Down

Icewear Vezzo

Pink Candy

Pink Candy

Icewear Vezzo

Chicken Coupe

Chicken Coupe

Peezy

WORST DAY :(

WORST DAY :(

DC The Don

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