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jayonetime - bout it lyrics

uh, what’s good n_gga
been about it, been about it, ’bout it
been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
f_ck
f_ck yo’ printer n_gga
been around
been around
been around
been around
i been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
uh
yuh

i been around the world in a minute
and still ain’t never seen n0body realer than the realest
you really ready to k!ll it when i step inside the buildin’
you feel it. if not than you never gonna be willin’
to level with me i’m rippin’ through rebels
and many chicks, it’s inevitable i’m kickin’
the illest sh_t ever witnessed
you better be on your pimpin’ sh_t
you tryna’ take your girl back
young n_gga but i bet he make the world mad
good kid with a pad in the burlap
no sh_t, gotta ask who heard that
big tits and an ass make my nerves wrack
fly n_gga, yea the bird is the word man
now everybody wanna ball
but really ain’t even got enough education
to get ’em an occupation in the f_ckin’ mall
and they still like “mo_f_ck ’em all”
but they still makin’ payments on the car
but they tryna’ get another one tomorrow
but i bet they make ’em look brand new
at the dealership, when yo’ ass gets laid off
and now everybody wanna call
but never even really took the time
to listen to the rhymes i was comin’ with at all
each mixtape, put a link on ya’ wall
had posters on the bathroom stall
new fanbase really like each fall
but, you was always too busy
tryna impress all the people you hatin’
because you livin’ life small
that’s predicated by social withdrawals
and i bet they hatin’ on a n_gga so raw
but, i’d rather hit yo’ twitter up
and act just like i give a f_ck
and snapchat you my b_lls
who the f_ck are ya’ll
i’m the f_ckin’ boss
i’m a f_ckin’ dog
i’m protejay the prodigy, my god
motherf_ck the world
’til the f_ckin’ d_ck soft
ya’ll just sauce
my wrist raw, yo’ b_tch rick ross
and if she bad, then she prolly get lost
tell her come home, and i tell her get off
give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers
b_tton yo’ bra girl, put on yo’ thong
turnin’ my neighbors into
some f_ckin’ peepin’ toms
hit it in the mornin’
we was never sleepin’ though
whole thing waxed
let her polish my dong
i don’t even know what’s wrong with you n_ggas
i’ma bomb all you n_ggas
get the microphone ready to disarm all you n_ggas
i’m a terrorist
way too many commas to get
i’m talkin’ presidents
too much drama n’ sh_t in these americans
tryna keep it on the low_down
pops ain’t really got time for the pro now
both tryna hustle, gettin’ duffle bag dough now
shuffle through the backdoor
oh wow, oh how, most of ’em
got something to say
let your mouth run
and they bustin’ that gauge
i come from the city where the wity get no pity
and everybody who with it
gotta love it that way, huh
been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
and my n_ggas ’bout it, n_ggas ’bout it
n_ggas ’bout it, ’bout it
said i been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
yea i been about it, uh
uh, yo
been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
and my n_ggas ’bout it, n_ggas ’bout it
n_ggas ’bout it, ’bout it
said i been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
yea i been about it, uh
uh, yo

- jayonetime lyrics

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