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jaybzy! & ily jugo - i get to lyrics

[intro: d4rnk3s]
in a swarm of hundreds of fish
there may not be a single of one them
that is as great as you are, jaybzy!

[chorus: jaybzy!]
i get to count these racks, uh
i get to blow that bag, uh
i get to count this stack, uh
pull up in all that black, uh
shawty know that she bad, uh
talk to me, it’s a “yes sir.”
you’d think he a ballerina, i turn him to dancer

[verse 1: jaybzy!]
my diamonds, they wet
can’t get wetter than my hoes
this p_ssy wanna bet that he do better at his shows
she f_ck with fayste_ i mean stay4ever, all them clothes
and he gonna meet this choppa, if he get too close
i’m with jugo, b_tch we numero uno
say you want me to die, you watching what i do, though
i’m finna f_ck this glock, like how your shawty f_ck that d_ld_
oh wait, i forgot that that b_tch already got filled, hoe
that lil’ b_tch got cheeks like sandy
that lil’ b_tch, she sweet like candy
that lil’ b_tch, yeah she my favorite
and i’m smoking on that pack, no f_nny
yeah
[chorus: jaybzy!]
i get to count these racks, uh
i get to blow that bag, uh
i get to count this stack, uh
pull up in all that black, uh
shawty know that she bad, uh
talk to me, it’s a “yes sir.”
you’d think he a ballerina, i turn him to dancer

[verse 2: ko]
i turn that boy to a dancer
can’t love a hoe cause i don’t even got no manners
n_gga play with me, get put on a banner
jumping and jumping this b_tch, got no standards
don’t they care when it’s hard
i spent a rack when i went to the bar
in the back of the back, got her playing guitar
n_gga want test me, he ain’t going far
they be mad in the city no kendrick lamar
send shots out the window, oh wait that’s a bar
my shawty a baddie, i think she a barb
we leaving ’em dead, that boy need a tarp
white lines full of chalk, he painted like art
i hit from the back she know how to arch
got high off this pack that i bought from the cart
that boy get popped man like he a tart
[chorus: jaybzy!]
i get to count these racks, uh
i get to blow that bag, uh
i get to count this stack, uh
pull up in all that black, uh
shawty know that she bad, uh
talk to me, it’s a “yes sir.”
you’d think he a ballerina, i turn him to dancer

[verse 3: ily jugo]
we the greatest duo, like we shaq and kobe
me and bzy pull up to the spot
yeah, we cook like ravioli
paper chasing
pockets fat, caseoh
i’ll shoot him in his face, bro
leave his body with them bulletholes
can’t understand me, roman numerals
bad chick, so you know that i’m speeding off
choppa on me, it’s gone take all his body parts
slip and slide p_ssy, she wet like a waterpark
v12 is my engine, know i’ma go real fast
me and bzy in the studio, know that we just might
got your b_tch, and she throwing it fast
on the highway, 200 on dash
all of my pockets filled up with that cash
hotbox in the car, and i’m smelling like gas
and i get the green, no green eggs and ham
i’m worshipping god, sacrifice a lamb
yeah, that choppa hit him, and he fell
she all on my body, i’m touching her body, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: jaybzy!]
i get to count these racks, uh
i get to blow that bag, uh
i get to count this stack, uh
pull up in all that black, uh
shawty know that she bad, uh
talk to me, it’s a “yes sir.”
you’d think he a ballerina, i turn him to dancer

- jaybzy ily jugo lyrics

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