thom-boi and ang1k - juugin (ft. + prod ang1k) كلمات الأغنية

i juug a n-gg- i take all they clothes

kappa my jacket i’m lickin ya hoes

my belt ferragamo she dance on it low

clapping these hoes so much i’m on bangbros

we got the sticks and i aim at your nose

all of the youngins stay strapped on the low
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i spent a check

your b-tch look wet

i’m wit my n-gg-s so talk wit respect

juugin a n-gg- then spendin the check

slide to the crib and we leavin it wrecked
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i got this money up like a balloon

i’ll take ya whip ima drift on the moon

we on the block shootin jus like splatoon

i got these b-tches they thick like baboons
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i’m in the store wit gucci my headband

i pipe a girl then i pipe her two best friends

her daddy caught me i hop in the benz

i got these lens ima buy the raybans

i’m wit my dawgs and i’m wearin the tens

gold on my ears and my wrist got diamonds

slide wit the toolie like where that boy go

we got them choppas we lettin them blow

look at a f-ckboy and aim at his throat

you talk so reckless but now you a ghost

all of my dawgs tote the nines and the scopes

fillet a n-gg- we cook him like toast
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i juug a n-gg- i take all they clothes

kappa my jacket i’m lickin ya hoes

my belt ferragamo she dance on it low

thom-boi on bangbros i been clapping hoes

we got the sticks and i aim at your nose

all of the youngins stay strapped on the low

i get the top while i’m sittin relaxing

i’m wit yo b-tch it becoming a habit

you is not sh-t you don’t bring any action

just blew a check gotta get to subtraction

ang1k
wippin the foreign
you know that we soarin
i’m clappin these b-tches
then i say good morning
i just a made a beat and i slap with the chorus

these b-tches be fake
i can’t with these b-tches
they run in yo face when u makin these riches
and that’s the main reason i can’t f-ck with b-tches

i’m chasin a bag
and i spread with my hittas
i’m switching these lanes
and my bands gettin bigger

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