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Jay Montana
Jay Montana
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Yeah
Uh
In that water, boy, I stood tall
It wasn't no bitch I could call
Let's meet up, ****, shoot it out
How you bring up hardest and leave me out?
Can't wait till they let Lil' King out
Strapped up every time I leave the spot
Get the drop on the plug and clean them out
When it's bout my love, do you fein or not?
I was young, but I still seen a lot
You fine, but I'm tryna figure out
And this was cold, but bullets hot I told my bros, they all I got Damn
Hate, how this shit turnt out?
You ain't here to blow this money with me
In the hood, they say I can't go You know I'm in it, 4 doors tinted
When shit go down, I don't got to tell em
Bro on go, gon' blow his 50
If you out of town, you know where I'm mailing
Just gon' cost you a extra 50
Yo hoe gon' hit me up out the blue, nipsey
Used to get checks in the mail, gifts
I had to hit her one more time, guilty
I smell like bond number nine
Ayy, these perks bring got the real me
You can still pull up, just come by yourself
I can make shit right if the shit go left
If I leave my pipe, they can take my breath
I'm gon' love you when I hate myself
Yeah, you know I'm done sippin'
But you know im lyin, smell it on my breath
And you can fuck off, I ain't trippin'
Know, I'm on your mind when you by yourself
Know, I'm on your mind when you fuckin' him
Know, hella guys in your DM
With no replies, them **** simps
And you fell in love with a gangsta
Who trapped, been jumpin' out the gym
I thank her, everytime she eat it up on film
In that water boy, I stood tall
There wasn't no bitch I could call
Let's meet up, ****, shoot it out
How you bring up hard and leave me out?
Can't wait till they let lil' king out
Strapped up, every time I leave the spot
Get the drop on the plug and clean them out
When it's bout my love, do you fein or not?
I was young, but I still seen a lot
You fine, but I'm tryna figure out
And this was cold, but bullets hot I told my bros, they all I got Damn
Hate, how this shit turnt out?
You ain't here to blow this money with me
In the hood, they say I can't go You know I'm in it, 4 doors tinted
Written by: Jay Montana
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