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letra de bully - jay critch

[chorus]
on my block, they pushing weight, them n-gg-s bullies
that b-tch tried to play me, had to get back on my bully
got them racks up, 100k stuffed in my hoodie
new vvs’s, diamonds shooting, loaded fully (ay)
lot of grams up in my hood, tell me what you want
all my n-gg-s eating good, like the restaurant
my b-tch look like meagan good, she get what she want
first she hop up on the wood, then she do a stunt
better watch yo back, this sh-t get dangerous
looking at this money, guess i’m famous
soon as you go and make some money, they start changing
cut em off cause i got no time for the lame sh-t

[verse]
i just hopped up in that maserati, hit a lane switch
she can’t be my wifey, she a thottie, i can’t claim it
i just told her “keep giving me head” till she brainless
every morning, hop up out my bed, count some franklin’s
i been talking money, what you said, different language
diamonds like a blizzard, get a sled, i can’t tame it
pouring up that lean, i’m sipping meds, cookie fragrance
she too thirsty, she get no respect, she a lame b-tch
i keep working, sh-t don’t never end, till my gang rich
she just want me cause i’m getting dressed, in balmain sh-t
in that foreign, told her make a left, by the bank b-tch
still up in my hood, i never left, on that gang sh-t
i’m counting all of my blessings
i’m counting all of the racks
i never fold under pressure
i’m never holding back
i’m a young n-gg- i’m flexing, i bet she notice that
i remember i was losing, i’m never going back
you keep talking like you shooting, but you never hold the strap
n-gg-, i used to run off with the packs, i’m giving you facts
i used to go and sit up in the trap, i’m trynna get back
she looking good and her -ss looking fat, i hit from the back

- jay critch

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