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jugg harden - d to the oh lyrics

[verse 1: jugg harden]
bro gon’ trap in nike tech, til it’s out of style
no sh_t in my pocket, it be adding a couple pounds
told her bring some money, that p_ssy don’t get me aroused
need a percent, if you gon’ make some money in my town
that n_gga must have really stayed all he do is shoot at houses
take a groupie b_tch, i might dm her and beat her down
n_gga steal from me, i steal his life, we even now
packet full of dark, i told my fiends to meet the brass
it’s a [?], stupid, not a chop, stupid
37 thousand on the watch, stupid
reach for something, imma be here, get popped, stupid
big ben with the hoes don’t get blocked, stupid
i got white b_tches giving me they daddy money
strippers tell you hit the club, and i start passing money
i’m in the three story house, i used to have a [?]
i’m just getting used to this, i’m kinda bad with money
switches on the glizzy, it got split personalities
on the ‘gram he lit, but he not in reality
all i sip is juice, f_ck around and get a cavity
n_ggas in the field, sn_tching chains like he [?]
found out i hit his b_tch, he breathing different
i ain’t even gotta brag, she see the difference
like he took too long, we leaving n_ggas
we’ll come and get your whole family, guy, like peter griffin
[verse 2: doe boy]
f_cked around and got so rich, i bairley even speak to n_ggas
rather hang with money, b_tch, i bairley be with n_ggas
look me in my eyes when you f_ck me, see a k!ller
30 in this magazine clip, read it, n_gga
younging tryna rob the plug for that easter pink, n_gga
you gon’ leave here sober if you bring some lean with ya
go to court and sing, this fn gon’ sing with ya
bring it to your doorstep, i’m not a sneak disser
i was young and petty, robbing n_ggas for an ounce
og [?] trap jumping like a bouncey house
really ran them racks up so much, i can’t even count
cheepest thing on me is my gun, check my outfit
stick was like 700, switch was like 600
prada ski mask, i look like i’m ’bout to stick something
30 in my goiard bag, f_ck around and buy a brick or something
hope your ass can scramble height that bar b_tch, we gon’ bl!ck something
boy, take them margielas off, them b_tches out of style
bl!cky in my pocket, it be adding a couple pounds
og gas loud, told that n_gga keep it down
in cleveland in the field, they might need me on the brown
ain’t no buck, it go brr, this a switch, stupid
i just left your broad, that ho, that’s not your b_tch, stupid
[?] i’m with the sh_ts, stupid
[?] wrist stupid, yeah

- jugg harden lyrics

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