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letra de juggin - rtb mb

juggin lyrics
[intro]
gang, rtb, n-gga
come on

[verse]
juuging and finessing, i just got another 30-ball
helen keller to the opps, i never heard of y’all
he was dissing on them tweets and now he dead, a birdie called
i thought i seen him on tv, light-serving y’all
brodie put a switch on this bl!ck, now he hurting y’all
she off a ten in the kitchen, d-mn, she finna burn the dog
n-ggas getting stingy with the rock, i had to learn to hog
i came in, ran the game, i ain’t learn to crawl
really finna take over my ‘migos like i’m offset
told lil’ baby, “get up on the team ‘fore my stock jеt”
girl, you know you f-cking with the g.o.a.t., this ain’t stockx
yeah, i’m the hottеst in the city, i ain’t dropped yet
b-tch want my c-ck, bet, told her ass, “not yet”
leaning off the act’, right, i ain’t touch the wock’ yet
riding in a lamb’ skin, these is not ‘vettes
i just bought some dior ’22’s, don’t know the cost yet
i’m gucci, louis, prada, my n-gga, he swiped a fifteen
i ain’t tripping that you slid up in her dm ’cause my b-tch mean
i’m blacking out, i’m seeing red tryna get green
and i ain’t worried ’bout no threats ’cause this bl!ck heem
finessed the— (alright, yeah)
finessed the chrome hearts with the raf simons, yeah, the rip jeans
your b-tch love the way i dress, i ain’t worried ’bout no drip team
young n-gga smacking bad ho’s, i was sixteen
she got a ford, i can’t focus
but, her p-ssy bomb, had to hit her in the lotus
i just hit her mom, pray to god she don’t notice
my white boy got eleven straps like sabonis
f-ck twelve, that’s a bonus
we gon’ pull up with them sticks for a bam like a jonas
get your main b-tch out the crib, she tried to bone us
i got a lamb’ and it ain’t sh-t, yeah, i own it
only the fam’ with me, got sticks for opponents
told her when she go and get the bag, bring it faster
switches on the glock, had a mag’ singing after
i heard you hit her booty, you an assing master
i’ma pull up with that iron, n-gga, hash-slinging slasher
i’m tryna walk a n-gga down, i ain’t tryna hit no crib up
you call you girl, she decline, if i call, then she pick up
b-tch, i’m a squirrel, i ain’t even tryna chill, i want a quick nut
but, her mouth was tiny, she couldn’t even get the tip up
me and [?] really wockstars, we finna sip up
mini trevor with them green beams, they tried to trip us
riding ’round with that mob stick, i can’t slip up (n-gga)
[outro]
rtb, n-gga, gang

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