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letra de dragg - jy baby

[intro]
uh, on god
frr, frr

[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b-tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n-gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f-ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f-ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[verse 1]
he think a k!ller since he wanna diss
hop out the car him in his sh-t
100 sum shots hit the f-ckin whip
leg shot, hit him, make a n-gga limp
scotti a b-tch he never caught a hat
n-ggas forced him out the f-cking trap
n-ggas talking all they do is cap
how you a k!ller all you do is rap
i’m playing like kobe i came here to win
hop out the car hit him and his friend
glock automatic b-tch i change the pin
pull a carjackin b-tch i change the pin
all black, slidin’ in a f-ckin benz
f-ckin on her’ and i took the twin
bullets gon get him his f-ckin chin
hop out the car do his ass again’
[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b-tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n-gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f-ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f-ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[verse 2]
how you a k!ller all you do is run? (all you do is run)
took his bread and his f-ckin gun (yeah)
he look up to me that n-gga my son
yeah i got bodies b-tch i got a ton
yeah, i wan fight run the f-ckin ones
i ain’t the 2 b-tch i’m the 1
n-ggas will switch while you in a drought
down on my d-ck yeah i made it out
that lil n-gga talkin out his mouth (mouth)
hop out the v, see what bout (about)
he tryna run up i’m leaving him stuck
you ain’t keepin it p, just keep it a buck
i’ma show him what he want he wanna be tuff (on god)
slide out the v’, make his ass duck
hop out the v yeah we shoot him up
can’t hear what you sayin i don’t give a f-ck
[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b-tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n-gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f-ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f-ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[outro]
yeahh (stupid ass b-tch)
they thought i wasn’t gon come back huh?
they thought i wasn’t gon come back huh?
yeah aight n-gga
stupid ass b-tch
get yo money up, not your f-ckin funny up, stupid ass b-tch

- jy baby

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