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letra de b2a - jay juice

[intro]
(d-mn, weapons, what the f-ck?)
grrah, grrah
huh, huh
b-tch, i’m back, n-gga, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
yeah, huh, yeah

[verse]
i hate it when n-ggas be tryna act like they be turnt
got a sprite with some purp, i wash it down with the perc’
bag backin’ on the west, my phone beatin’ ’til it hurt
b-tch, why you think i’m finna cuff you? you done hit my n-gga first
b2a, that’s what n-ggas gettin’, on the set
i’m gon’ spin through and hit his top, my bro gon’ do the rest
tryna whack me ’cause i hit his b-tch, that lil’ p-ssy wet
i give her to the gang, they tear her up, i’m on to the next, n-gga
and when i get out, don’t call me if it ain’t about no bag
b-tch a freak, whipped my d-ck out and smacked her on the ass
duck your head like you fbg ‘fore we dump the mac
two-four-seven in the trap, b-tch, you don’t wanna see the stash
i’m so real, i gave a n-gga the clothes off my back
and he gon’ backdoor, so, juice, he gon’ f-ck him up for that
belt to ass, let’s run him down so he can meet the strap
brother e, he do the most, i had to tell that boy relax
i jumped off the porch at twelve, i was ready to get it in
i ain’t gon’ lie, you gotta die, you send a bullet at my mans
i’ma stand over that boy, keep shootin’ over again
a lot of n-ggas want my soul, but never do sh-t to the kid
you a rookie, you gon’ talk over the phone ’bout what you did
i just sat d-mn near a year, whoopin’ n-ggas my whole bid
go ‘head, try me like you dej loaf and get hit with the sig
when i touch down, hide your b-tch ‘fore it be d-ck up in her ribs
lil’ brother turnt, he never loafin’, he totin’ stick
wet him up like he baptized a n-gga in this b-tch
hoes, they be like, “that’s jay juice,” plus, i’m really lit
b-tch, i’m back just like i never left, now it’s time to get rich, n-gga
b-tch, if you know, you know, we get busy
i be in the car with e when i’m ridin’ with all these grips with me
we done spint so many times, my n-ggas got dizzy
he tryna run, i hit bro in his back, i told him, “stop, ricky” (yeah)
can’t rock with me if you ass-naked ’cause i got switchy
twenty-five multiplied two, i got a hot fifty (yeah)
this freaky b-tch keep tryna f-ck, but i did not hit it
i done f-cked around and dropped my whole cup, you know i’m hot-headed (n-gga)

- jay juice

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