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lil jairmy - yeah baby كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah baby these n-gg-s they crazy
gasgang ktm sh-t
j-rab what the f-ck it do big bruh

[verse 1]
yeah young g n-gg- i’m street smart
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s got no heart
smoke a pound of gas right fo’ court
treat the cadillac like a go-kart
still baggin’ sh-t like walmart
imma knock the b-tch out the ballpark
stiff on a hoe like too $hort
my brother hit a lick up in new york
ridin’ with them sticks all in southpark
whateva’ to get to the money
i’m kidnapin’ money like i was lil tre
robbin’ these rappers cause all of ’em g-y
my esse say the bricks on the way
on the freeway selling sh-t like ebay
n-gg-s talking gunplay riding with an ak
i grind everyday n-gg-s dying everyday
but i shine everyday and i keep an ak

[refrain] x4
and i keep an ak

[verse 2]
keep an ak for the jackers
n-gg-s out here hustling backwards
all of the b-tches they love us
none of the n-gg-s gone stop us
all of us shottas
hustling and taking these dollars
chasing this gwalla ridding with a choppa
busta n-gg- robbed my potna
all my n-gg-s dying bout them problems
p-ssy n-gg- quick to talk sh-t
i pull up on ’em with a chopstick
n-gg- shooting at ’em bet not miss
n-gg- pulling up something getting hit
and thats off top f-ck what they said
im gone k!ll a n-gg- if its bout the bread
talking gasgang we got big racks
n-gg-s f-ck with us get they sh-t sn-tched

[hook]

[verse 3]
sipping on drank got me drowsy
treat all my b-tches so lousy
im bonding straight out the county
king of east harris county
all the real n-gg-s crown me
i keep some shooters around me
n-gg-s out here tryna down me
my plug happy that he found me
flood the hood tryna drown it
trapping and counting
higher than a f-cking mountain
diamonds shining like water
f-ck your momma and your daughter
name another n-gg- harder
my brother be serving that slaughter
burn off in a charger
run the trap like the carter
b-tch come place your order
workers coming from the border
smoking gas with my barber
i’m a trapper and robber
i’ll f-ck around and rob ya
plugs sending packs got racks on racks
k!ll her from the back and never call her back
and i got shot up by the cadillac
yeah that b-tch bad but her p-ssy wack
yeah that b-tch trash you can have that
you get laughed at i done had that
i remember times when i ain’t have sh-t
now i spend racks on my outfits
and my mouth lit talking boss sh-t
on that ross sh-t trap house lit
yeah i took a loss but i ain’t loss sh-t
got ya mine b-tch with me eating d-ck
i was seventeen worth two bricks
these rappers lying they ain’t sold sh-t
almost died i didn’t quit
i stayed down i didn’t switch
got jammed up i didn’t snitch
me and jrab make straight hits
me and jrab make straight hits
told jrab we finna get rich
on gas

[hook]

- lil jairmy

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