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letra de cuz i rap - jugg harden

[intro: jugg harden]
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
big bag chasers, zone 4 sh-t, n-gga
yeah
shout out to my ghetto flint n-ggas

[chorus: jugg harden]
you want the scat’ or the ‘cat? (yeah)
lil’ b-tch gave me hat in the ‘cat (top)
if you ain’t f-ckin’, get your ass in the back
already know you only here ’cause i rap

[verse 1: jugg harden]
hit that switch and go curry mode
catch an opp, ooh, k!ll ’em just like terio
that n-gga got b-tch ways like tyler perry, though
y’all tryna find six ways on tryna share a ‘bow (n-ggas f-cked up)
got more money than my opps (am i lyin’?)
sh-t, i got more money than my pops (am i lyin’?)
i slid with a fin, sh-t, they thought it was a chop
i just left a n-gga block wet, go get the mop
n-ggas wanna f-ck your b-tch and get to movin’ like an opp
b-tch, i’m really real, the only actin’ in my pop
n-ggas never hatе when i was broke
you wanna laugh, look at my ex ‘causе she a joke
n-gga slid, i shot back, b-tch, i ain’t choke
them city girls don’t faze me, b-tch, i ain’t broke
i’ll walk a n-gga down with my yeezys on
all the hoes d-ck suckin’ since peezy home
b-tch, i’m selfish, do what’s best for me
all the secrets that i told you done got back to me
too many opps, might blow a fan, don’t be addressing me
i can’t find hi-tech, 3bay neglectin’ me
[verse 2: peezy]
you wanna make a million dollars? i got the recipe
i’m already geeked up, i don’t need no ecstasy
i’m movin’ like the president, you can’t get next to me
got secret service n-ggas trained to k!ll, you better let me be
you say that p-ssy good, b-tch, come here, let me see
i got up off my ass and made a plate ’cause they ain’t let me eat
i’ll put a bird on your head, you like fbg
i pin a b-tch down and make her tap, i’m like ufc
a blind b-tch told me i’m the realest that she ever seen
the engine loud, a deaf person heard me comin’ up the street
i ain’t do no fraud when i was young, i had to f-ck with keys
got double g’s all on my ‘fit ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ g
you better run and get your uncle, you can’t f-ck with me
you pay the b-tch to eat her p-ssy and i f-ck for free
you disrespect me one time and it’s up with me
got ghetto boyz tatted on me, that sh-t stuck with me
i’m a lord in my city, i got cheddar, n-gga
came home, in ninety days, i made a letter, n-gga
yeah, that’s a million dollars, boy, do better, n-gga
got soda watchin’ over me, this sh-t forever, n-gga

- jugg harden

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