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jim crow - flaw boyz كلمات الأغنية

[ intro: juvenile ]
what’s up whodie?
this juvenile nino, cash money millionaire
doin this here
my boys from the atl, jim crow
and we all should say to all you playa-hatin m-th-f-ckas
y’all better respect the south
we on a come-up, n-gg-
and we did this sh-t for the hoodrats, the hot girls,
the hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
i don’t give a f-ck what you do, n-gg-
stick to what you do

[ chorus ]

it be them flaw boyz,?
thinkin we was country on some hee-hi-haw
we like kane in the eighties, we raw, boy
f-ck around and make me come up in your jaw, boy

[ verse 1: mr. mo ]
i say no more talk, my liquor is malt
a n-gg- never went to jail cause i ain’t never got caught
now see it ain’t my fault your boys sketched in chalk
? shoulda learned the game that you bark
see some n-gg-s, they make me mad
these hoes, they got it bad
they ain’t recognize, do the math
and you will see they all b-tch-made, lemonade
grown as h-ll but they actin like they 8th grade
you need to play with a full deck
work a sweat, break a b-tch and all i want is my check
is that bad to flex, is your girlfriend next?
to get spiced up late night, frapper’s delight
(n-gg-, whatever you like)

[ verse 2: cutty cartel ]
on point like they droppin a beat, let’s be discrete
about these bullsh-t stories you hear up in the street
i’m down to my last sheet, no mo’ chance to roll
control everything i do, now how ’bout you?
me, he and even she
whoever who, no debate, i can’t wait
on shortie, to see what they do
when they lose it all and ball, no flaw
while you lickin all off on her bra
we lickin for the cheese in the cash drawer
with the safe unlocked, over a boy that got got
and it’s some foolish–ss spot, the back of the room
not knowin that his last breath has been consumed
he done ballin

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3: polow ]
ha-ha-ha (yo, who the f-ck is he?) shawty pimp
the n-gg- that gives a d-mn ’bout a b
roaddogs run the streets, keep a beetch on a leash
eat good for the free, fleetwood, a caprice
that’s what we ride in, hide in from no enemy
preacher daughters freakin me, so-called players envy me
hennessy has the tendency to make a n-gg- stupid
can’t whup my -ss and all the alcohol said you can do it
but you clueless thinkin that drink make you ruthless
now you’re toothless runnin around town lookin stupid
cause cupid got your heart, gave your b-tch a credit card
but she still f-ck around with them players on boulevard
i don’t care how hard the sound on your record
you don’t want nann? shawty pimp, not one second
huh? not one second, b-tch, not one second
now praise the lord for these lyrical blessing

[ verse 4: juvenile ]
direct your sh-t at juvenile cause i’m the n-gg- that you hate
don’t try to throw a brick from a distance, then hide your faces
see, the places that i been you can’t hang
unless i took you under my wing and i put you in the game
ever since i been walkin on this converse soil
b-tches been joining forces and makin blood boil
but i’m here to spoil the whole royal
? stop? wh-r-s from playin
over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?
boy, listen to me when i’m talkin before i get witcha
whip ya, rip your little dreams apart
take that same rhyme you bought it from me and then let it spark
depart before your people talkin seekin vengeance
that’s how i’ma handle business, f-ck what’s the consequences
hittin your residence with russian-made instruments
your neighbors hollerin, run, trippin and call for the president

[ chorus ]

boy, we be serious round this sh-t, dirty
ain’t n-body f-ckin with the south

[ juvenile ]
what’s up
the hb’s done hooked up with them jim crows, ya heard me?
and guess what, we ain’t no hoes, n-gg-
cmr, atl there’s no tomorrow, n-gg-
cash money millionaires in this m-th-f-cka
my n-gg- b-32
my n-gg- b.g. is here
my n-gg- lil wayne, my n-gg- lil turk
my n-gg- mannie freezie
f-ck it, n-gg-
down south
(down south)

- jim crow

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