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312 cj - done it all before كلمات أغنية

[intro]
quinton this one crazy
(yeah uh_uh turn me up)
uh

[hook]
get out my body, hold on
uh, i’m ’bout to get in my zone
yeah
i’m making money lil’ b_tch leave me ‘lone
i don’t wan’ talk on the phone
yeah
i’m making money moves everyday, i’m in the field just like patrick mahomes
yeah we be them boys who she wanna pop it with
this glock in my pants stick out like a hockey stick
uh

[chorus{
who the f_ck said that they f_cking with cj?
lil’ b_tch you know that i’m popping it
i ain’t trusting n0body around, i keep a lil’ gun so i ain’t gotta c_ck the b_tch
my chain be so icy you know that i’m rocking it
them hitters hit sh_t like a baseball
i’m rocking amiri, the bustdown watch keep shinning on n_ggas like the nba playoffs
yeah, woah_woah_woah_woah
three tryna bust at his window
bеt not pass me the ball, ima f_ck around slide on a opp
makе a f_ck n_gga get low
switch it up, i gotta get to these millions
grinding so i can put moms in a mansion
haters on d_ck and i can’t f_cking stand it
pop out the cut, make that p_ssy boy panic
[verse]
uh
don’t play with me like a lil’ boy
can’t f_ck with the gang and i’m not wanna them
bad b_tch she with me, tryna eat on some shrimp
i’ll dunk on a n_gga like shawn kemp
don’t come ’round me with that, we rob him
tryna hide like you dory, we caught him (come on)
im high than a b_tch with my motherf_cking brudda (come on)
we stomp on a b_tch, ima lob him

[verse 2: deerulaa]
come on
tell lil’ buddy chill out
go stack up some paper
i can run the whole city like lil’ dman was mayor
want the bread in my hand no more asking for favors
selling g’s by the one but they come in two flavors
we got chops hit hard, talking bite like a ‘gator
all that sh_t on the gram, tryna reach meet the maker
bad b_tch good body might fly to jamaica
gen 5, new clip ima shoot til it’s tatum
gen five new clip this b_tch hold a whole 30
for the block take my time but the plug gotta hurry
bougie hoes got bodies, but i like ’em lil’ nerdy
but my b_tch get freaky she throw back this perky
me and slime in they bushes, we waiting, we lurking
f_ck a 9_5 job in the trap steady working
f_ck a big booty b_tch them skinny’s be working
yeah she like to look back at my chain while she twerking
[hook]
get out my body, hold on
uh, i’m ’bout to get in my zone
yeah
i’m making money lil’ b_tch leave me ‘lone
i don’t wan’ talk on the phone
yeah
i’m making money moves everyday, i’m in the field just like patrick mahomes
yeah we be them boys who she wanna pop it with
this glock in my pants stick out like a hockey stick

[outro{
(who the f_ck said that they f_cking with cj? lil’ b_tch you know that i’m popping it)
(i ain’t trusting n0body around, i keep a lil’ gun so i ain’t gotta c_ck the b_tch)
(my chain be so icy you know that i’m rocking it)
(them hitters hit sh_t like baseball)
(i’m rocking amiri, the bustdown watch keep shining on n_ggas like the nba playoffs)
“ay think you can turn the beat up joe”

- 312 cj

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