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Luh Jlo
Luh Jlo
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J Long
J Long
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Big Siah
Big Siah
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Lyrics

What's good, bad back Yeah, man, you did this one Yeah, yeah, yea you did this one On my brother nigga I can get this shit overnight I can get this shit in overnight I ain't giving out no testers nigga, all these grams fire You the fucking' middle man, I'm the nigga that supplying Carhartt be the swag when I'm wintertime grinding Bitch said she ain't got no nigga, but I'm knowing, that she lying Lil big homie in the field, bitch, I'm something' like a lineman But I'm something' like quarterback with these bows, I've been dimin I'm signing' deals with my heads, but I don't need no dotted lines Niggas out here fucked up, they seeing' it wrong, they hypnotized Fan said can' you and Yop, do a tape, I said it's coming They know when' me and brother get up in mode, we get to crunching We like the Spurs and they prime, Ginobi and Tim Duncan Nigga play with brother Yop, a carve your head just like a pumpkin Like waan, waan Aye, brother cuz past the Glock, you know I'm dumping' Nigga heady after heady, keep on calling', bitch, I'm coming' I alley-ooped the ball to JLo, bitch, you know he finna dunk it' The boys came up to my window I said fuck it White boy on a skateboard he hit a shovel Fire heady up in Mickey D's, he gave my ass some nuggets, bitch You can't come around the guys if you ain't stuffing ' These niggas bittersweet, without they pipes, these niggas muffins All these hoes be some bops, you dumb as hell for tryin' to cuff them You got me singin' to the pussy, bitch, I feel like David Ruffin I told his ass, run the 1s, and now this nigga really ducking' I have my pole, you know I'm tucking' Fuck the Jake's, I'm screaming ', fuck then You niggas sweet, y'all ain't really with that street shit Yo, bitch, tuggin' on my pants, I told her, eat this I told her, eat dick, bitch, this is smack shift I took a sip of lean I think I need a mattress Niggas talking pape because the hoes around Overnight we copped bluffs, niggas know we blow him down Bought a penis from my ARP, this bitch wont' make a sound I finna beat that shit, get weird, eliminate his ass now Niggas talkin' bout the pay because the hoes be in the room Niggas talkin' bout the pay because the hoes be in the room When you walk inside my life, you might be steppin' in some doom When you walk inside my life, you might be steppin' in some doom Fuck my ex, I had to cut her off, that bitch was gettin' rude Fuck my ex, I had to cut her off, that bitch was gettin' rude Get the plottin' on a head, I bet his ass won't have a clue Get the plottin' on a head, I bet his ass won't have a clue Get the plottin' on a head, I bet his ass won't have a clue
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