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JayDaYoungan
JayDaYoungan
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Javorius Scott
Javorius Scott
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
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TnTXD
TnTXD
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Lyrics

Uh, uh Hahaha You know I got shit in this bitch with me And I got BennyTheKid too (Tahj Money) Stop playin' Yeah I gave you my last (T-T-TnT on the beat) This shit wasn't easy, coming up, I had the harder way Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway I'm trying to reach success, don't give a fuck what y'all say You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day Yeah, I be still in them trenches, you know I get after the bag Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy, go get you some cash If you my brother, I love you, I swear I'll give you my last I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I'm going do the dash, yeah Fuck school, I'm out there close, ain't going to class Can't lie, the only subject that I'm thankful for is math Yeah, I be out in public smelling like a pound of thrax Excuse me ma'am, I'm sorry, it ain't my fault that I sag I got a question, let me know why you got a problem with me? Don't dive in the water 'cause this shit is deep But if you finna frog in this, pussy bitch leap Almost every night, I got scream as a flax jet mask And I didn't close my eyes, go to sleep Bro fix comin', just stay out the streets 'Cause I don't want you in a position like me, yeah I heard these pussy niggas talkin' gunplay, yeah This shit can only end one way, yeah We gon' catch you lacking someway, yeah Shh, baow, bitch we don't play, yeah This shit wasn't easy, coming up I had the harder way Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway I'm trying to reach success, don't give a fuck what y'all say You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day Yeah, I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash If you my brother, I love you, I swear I'll give you my last I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I'm going do the dash, yeah I used to be walking around, them bitches was dogging me out But now, they be stalking me out, them hoes won't stop callin' me now They say I'm broke, fuck they talkin' about Bro I can buy your mama a house Pull up in the South, where it's never a drought Ask for the cheat code, come shop with me now Never put no one up in your business, always leave 'em clueless Just watch how you movin' Every day, think smart and don't be stupid Tell the truth, I just be coolin' Percocets, yeah, I abuse it God blessed me and I knew it Don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for music I gotta walk around, with me a toolie A nigga fuck with me and I'ma get ruthless Got enough clips, we can film a whole movie 300 degrees, burn your ass like Juvie Look at my neck, don't my shit look fruity? Reach for my chain, your arm, you lose it I got your bitch, and you know she was choosin' Fuck her good, send her back, tell her keep movin', movin' This shit wasn't easy, coming up, I had the harder way Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway I'm trying to reach success, don't give a fuck what y'all say You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day Yeah, I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash If you my brother, I love you, I swear I'll give you my last I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I'm going do the dash, yeah
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Thomas Horton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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