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letra de need my space - jugg harden

[intro: jugg harden & g.t.]
yeah
know you broke-ass n-ggas ain’t never got a car from a migo, man
you know that
tell you, man, we really gettin’ money, man (i just need my sp-ce right now)
for real (n0body stoppin’)
n0body
ayy
alright

[verse: jugg harden]
my b-tch cost more than yours (come on, come on, come on)
i just poured up an eight (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy), that’s a f-ck before (that’s a f-ck before)
[?] slippin’ at the light, on me got car insurance
said i got the big head just like martin lawrence (for real)
i got the big head just like yo gotti
[?] b-tch with no ass, you ain’t got no body (for real)
get money all day, i ain’t got no hobby (i ain’t got no hobbies)
said you and your close friends bein’ a ho, probably (yeah, and what?)
is that bad b-tch gon’ leave when your money low? (for real)
is she really loyal? heard she f-ck with bro (is she?)
if you cheated, she gon’ cheat back and up the score (wow, yeah)
don’t ask what i got on (ayy), if you know, you know (ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

[verse 2: g.t.]
my b-tch got birkin p-ssy, yours barely gucci (barely gucci)
she walk straight to chanel, never step in louis (man, she never step in louis)
n-ggas ain’t stack no money, what them n-ggas doin’? (what you n-ggas doin’?)
plain jane one-twenty, that’s a paul newman (ayy, that’s a—, that’s a—, daytona, n-gga)
wake up, blow some money for the f-cker (yeah, f-ck ’em)
this is not no range rover, n-gga, this a culinan
the road with the blues, next play, bring the pump (for real)
one shot from that k turn his head to a pumpkin (bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
[verse 3: jugg harden & g.t.]
sippin’ on this lean, i don’t cough nothin’ (for real)
oh, you want celine? it don’t cost nothin’ (it don’t cost nothin’)
cut his dreads off ’cause he caught somethin’ (caught somethin’)
shut the f-ck up, you get tossed somethin’ (get tossed somethin’)
shut the f-ck up, you ain’t upped nothin’ (yeah)
money well spent, i don’t take nothin’ (man, i don’t take nothin’)
all this sh-t i done did, surprised that i ain’t feel it (for real)
and i got ‘scripts too, supply you with the meds (ayy, let’s go)
when you at work, man, that b-tch be f-ckin’ in your bed (d-mn)
and i feel weird when i don’t take my meds
i’ll rob on arrival, i’m these lil’ n-ggas’ idol
told the b-tch go wrestlin’ if she want a title (ayy)

[verse 4: g.t.]
i told the b-tch i don’t get h-rny, i ain’t got a bank (chick)
did so much foam, i ain’t even got a thank (i didn’t)
flyin’ up the mile, forgiatos on the sp-ceship (yeah)
light gold with the cuts, got it lookin’ like a jega
don’t talk money, you ain’t really gettin’ paper (yeah)
to get up to my money, i’m gon’ need an escalator (yeah)
eight-car garage, crib with the elevator (i need it)
peanut b-tter seats, bentley with the angel in it (yeah)
(i just need my sp-ce right now)
i just need my sp-ce
check all blues, both pockets like i’m seawalkin’ (for real)
went and bought six cars, a n-gga used to be walkin’
i text, they’ll put holes in your head like a sea dolphin (bah-bah-bah-bah)

- jugg harden

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