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letra de go go go (bak jay diss) - jace!

[chorus]
lame ass n-gga, ain’t getting no money, i might have cujo smoke ’em
i’m on top of the motherf-cking world, i’m thinking ’bout taking it over
hop in that h-llcat, srt, i’m thinking ’bout breaking the motor
catch that lil’ ass n-gga on his feet, i hop out, f-cking him over
i hop out slumping him over, these n-ggas ain’t getting aware when we toast ’em
i’m getting that money, you loafin’, these n-ggas ain’t been doing what they were ‘posed to
hop out the car, then k!ll who you close too
top kid got aimbot, i’m broken
that sh-t beat, finna’ stick that in, tell her take that sh-t till the b-tch start choking (go)

[verse]
cujo say chill out ’cause i might k!ll a n-gga (no)
green tip, 556 his sh-t up, i don’t give a f-ck if he’s swole
n-ggas bе so broke, so i don’t feel these n-ggas (no)
i’m still that samе lil’ n-gga, that get up with ya and get sh-t gone
buy his casket, same young n-gga that pulled off braggin’
same lil’ n-gga that make sh-t tragic, if bronem robbin’ then i be baskin’ (go)
want his head, we tap it, i am not goin’ for nun’ of that rappin’
i got some n-ggas that pull up shooting, i got some n-ggas that still gettin’ active (go)
that sh-t beat, finna’ stick that in, tell her take that sh-t till the b-tch start choking
brand new gen with a box on the back, finna shoot that b-tch til’ a n-gga start soaking
yo’ b-tch don’t get no trojan, i hit sh-t raw, then hand it to bronem
bak get ovk’d? them boys can’t see where his fro is
i bet you i know where his lo is, i bet you i know where his hoe is
i bet all this money on me, when i give it bro then they pull up ghost sh-t
i bet you i know how to scope sh-t, i bet you i know where his pole went
bronem had took yo’ gun, and you still ain’t do sh-t, that can’t be how you rollin’
a rat?, that can’t be how i’m going, get back, you know that your opps scorin’
sit back, and let dad take the wheel, the most you can do is honk the h-rn
[chorus]
lame ass n-gga, ain’t getting no money, i might have cujo smoke ’em
i’m on top of the motherf-cking world, i’m thinking ’bout taking it over
hop in that h-llcat, srt, i’m thinking ’bout breaking the motor
catch that lil’ ass n-gga on his feet, i hop out, f-cking him over
i hop out slumping him over, these n-ggas ain’t getting aware when we toast ’em
i’m getting that money, you loafin’, these n-ggas ain’t been doing what they were ‘posed to
hop out the car, then k!ll who you close too
top kid got aim, but i’m broken
that sh-t beat, finna’ stick that in, tell her take that sh-t till the b-tch start choking (go)

- jace

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