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jay fizzle - atmosphere lyrics
[intro]
(one way mafia) yeah, yeah
big grape
(sosa 808, got this beat knockin’ n_gga, ayy)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
le’go
i keep the k with me, yeah that b_tch stay with me
two chains on my neck, man this sh_t cost a 80 piece
don’t f_ck with rappers ’cause i know they hate on me
he say he gang, but i know he a wannabe
bag on his head, get that f_ck n_gga out of here
send the boy up to a whole another atmosphere
you know i’m hot but this ice on me cold
play with that wipe, ain’t playin’ with my nose
racks in my jeans, got my pockets on swole
glock on my hip, ho i stay with that pole
[verse]
me and twin, b_tch n_gga, you know what i’m throwin’
break on a ho when you see me with my hand down
ice on my neck make a lil’ n_gga standout
lil’ n_gga play’ swear to god, it’s a man down
fresh out the trap, yeah i brought all them bands out
gangster on yo’ block like a motherf_ckin’ blue route
yeah b, i’m posted with all my chains out
let n_gga play with me, he gon’ die today
knock off his head, man, we aim at his taupe
young n_gga hit his block up in that musing
these n_ggas b_tches, these rappers be too g_y
don’t need a feature, man, these rappers be too lame
40k on my wrist, f_ck on a n_gga b_tch
i do the sh_t he wish, young n_gga havin’ sh_t
f_ck it, i might blow a dub on a pinky ring
paper route taliban, we won a championship
these n_ggas jumpin’ sh_t, stop all that suckin’ d_ck
jumpin’ from clique to clique, leave that sh_t for the b_tch
tryna get filthy rich, drivin’ all type of sh_t
i buy my kids everything up on they christmas list
chain on me boxin’, yeah yeah
that watch on me rocky, yeah yeah
my ho call me toxic, yeah, yeah
i’m smokin’ exotic, yeah yeah
young n_gga poppin’ yeah yeah
my glock hold the roxy, yeah yeah
my lil’ n_ggas watchin’, yeah yeah
come sn_tch out they pockets, yeah yeah
[chorus]
le’go
i keep the k with me, yeah that b_tch stay with me
two chains on my neck, man this sh_t cost a 80 piece
don’t f_ck with rappers ’cause i know they hate on me
he say he gang, but i know he a wannabe
bag on his head, get that f_ck n_gga out of here
send the boy up to a whole another atmosphere
you know i’m hot but this ice on me cold
play with that wipe, ain’t playin’ with my nose
racks in my jeans, got my pockets on swole
glock on my hip, ho i stay with that pole
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