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letra de round here vol. 2 - jari$

[chorus – yung’nbaby] [x2]
if you ain’t from where i’m from, you can’t come round here
and you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
project baby, ain’t nothing but slums round here
everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (yeah)

[verse 1 – jari$]
i remember back when – back when i didn’t have nuthin’
cruisin’ to the top, you know that i ain’t bluffin’
thought you had me figured out but you was just straight frontin’
keep it in my city, 4-1-5 till death
never f-ckin’ stressed, i know that we up next
everybody from frisco is really comin’ for your necks
applyin’ all this pressure leave you haters h-lla vexed
lyrical war so why you puttin’ on a vest?
only headshots we ain’t aimin’ for your chest
we just – keep it h-lla smooth, when we hoppin’ in the booth
man we feeling h-lla juiced we just speak about the truth
everybody ask me what the f-ck i’m finna do?
got this d-mn plan, pursuing at deuce-deuce (22)
man don’t come around here, that’s all we askin’ if you
wanted me to go nuts so i’m aiming for cash-
you never bout it – and i know that sh-t for a fact
why you fakin’ on the net? we know you ain’t in the trap
you just roll up real sl!ck just to snap a quick fl!ck
pull up out the old hood and you ain’t even in your whip
always tryna front? you’d get clowned round here
run up on the wrong one, you’d get a round round here
wouldn’t even stand out you’d be in the crowd round here
all these muf-ckas hate we hold it down round here
[chorus – yung’nbaby] [x2]
if you ain’t from where i’m from, you can’t come round here
and you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
project baby, ain’t nothing but slums round here
everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (yeah)

[verse 2 – yung’nbaby]
when it’s the first of the month, you better keep a gun round here
you gon’ get robbed if you show a lil, you can’t stunt round here
we ain’t policin’, we sweepin the streets, my n-gga believe me
i can’t be your peace, bae i gotta eat if you leavin’ just leave me
i ain’t gon’ sugar coat sh-t, if i feel you a b-tch – you a b-tch
weed money come too slow i need me a kilo or sniff
and i’m tryna move a whole half, befo’ the end of my shift
i had to get off my ass you f-ck n-ggas don’t get my drip
my n-gga lil crazy he muggin’ the club, yeah he off a bean
the police pull up, the body was missin’ when they hit the scene
you with me or not? you real or you fake there is no in between
tryna be four pockets full, watch, money tyin’ my jeans

- jari

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