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j.r. writer - 100 n the clip كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i’m self-made, well-paid
even though i only made it to the twelfth grade
twelve gauge, twelve k’s, 12-12’s, i was getting it from twelve ways
v-12 while i inhale haze
with the baddest female in chanel shades
what you could tell j? better play it smart
have to write you out the script, you don’t play your part
you ain’t a shark, i’ll take your heart
buck fifty in the air, i just made a mark
i don’t need a d-mn gimmick to try to get listens
find me in the kitchen, supplying the fixing
your favorite rap spitter be lying and snitching
bunch of basic–ss n-ggas, trying to be different
i’m an addiction, you should know the g
but i got a gun that be yelling, “get a load of me”
get a load of me, get a load of me
had to read it over cause you n-ggas ovaries
yeah, red dot leave ’em red hot
i portfolio the block, bunch of head shots
made man, mayhem
you don’t watch yourself, you gon’ need an ace ban’
d-mn, i’m somebody you cannot avoid
i chris farley o.d. with the tommy, boy
i go almond joy
don’t get j.r. annoyed
ain’t heard of me, but my weed make a lot of noise
loud pack, bout to smoke a pound
so loud that they telling me to hold it down
hold it down, hold it down
they just mad i’m blowing on the illest smoke around
i don’t roll with clowns, i just navigate
you don’t know the town? well, go that-a-way
hey, off the top, i call the shots
and i do mean shots — i don’t talk a lot
that ain’t all you got
is you kidding me? you got sh-tty weed
call it port-a-pot
from the corner block where you should never go to cop
you hit ’em with that dough you got, they hit you with a load of throp
run up with the bl!ckers at your coca spot
and rearrange your pictures, n-gga — photoshop
i live it, the point is to get it
way over the limit, hope i don’t get a ticket
known as the sickest, writer’s sh-t mean
hundred bars to me is like a sixteen
got me mad already, i’m ’bout to grab the desi
i separate the real, them guys imaginary
my nines are rather heavy
so you gotta catch a flurry
for fronting when you p-ss, n-gga — now you makaveli
leave the dude alone, i’ll bulletproof your dome
i’ll hit you internet thugs with this google chrome
this ain’t new to holmes
get your doobie blown
dead by smith & wesson, that’s your new cologne
few beans, sweep your crew clean
even though those dudes seem liver than a ustream
i don’t lose steam, let a dude scheme
take a shot, you a sleeping n-gga — hoop dreams
how you claim you better? i’m amazing, heifer
fly n-gga out of harlem, i ain’t mason betha
paper stretcher, tell him get his cake together
how the f-ck you n-ggas checking me? i ain’t playing checkers
check it — i spill mo’ just because
i got the biggest bottle of rose in the club
still got a flow made of drugs
equipped with a dime so thick, she could go for a dub
you still known as a scrub
when you gonna learn? motherf-cker, it’s a veteran’s turn
beyond a don, i ain’t never concerned
your raps got condoms on, they don’t never get burn
put up a little cake, you’ll never return
you ain’t heard? my money straight — cheddar with perms, n-gga
i been eating, this is spring cleaning
i’m at the showroom picking up spring season
you misleading, lying to the people
i just keep it g, boo — i ain’t gotta g you
higher than a eagle, you riding in a regal
i speed through, acting like i don’t even see you
who you kidding? y’all don’t even need to
that ain’t true religion — y’all got on evisu
please, duke, we know corny
i’ll school you, but you don’t never see notes, shorty
swing a new ride through, three hoes on me
bumping 2 live crew, “me so h-rny”
got your team all salty
i should send them all uptown to get nemo’s for me
n-ggas real fake, but i get real cake
waiting on a deal, n-gga? i’mma deal weight
six figgys, writer deal straight
360? i better be signed to bill gates
that’s why i’m laughing out loud when a n-gga see you
thinking how you come out in them skinny diesels
looking like you got styled by the village people
or you bout to go out with your village peoples
but i guess that’s the new trend
that’s why i do me, and let ’em do them
super-cute twins in a new benz
do the ho dash like i’m trying to get to 210

- j r writer

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