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mj - 1up tee lyrics

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[intro]
i got 2*3 on me recordin’ right now
like, right now though (real sh*t)
1up sh*t (tss)

[chorus]
23 in my left, and i just left the wreck, i was with my girl
i ain’t gotta work out nothin’, i up 60 racks and do some curdles
i’ll turn her out wide*way, tryna find another me, she gon’ f*ck the world
i ain’t gon’ say they can’t f*ck with me, they can’t f*ck with us, b*tch, make that pur
lame n*gga hit the booth, tried to diss me, couldn’t even pay for the studio session
if a n*gga ever think about smacking me on my soul, i’m shootin’ it at yo’ ass
b*tch, keep on askin’ for pay, think i’m a trick, but i ain’t, hoe, you lookin’ desperate
like i failed driver’s trainin’, i’m bound to crash, right time, a lil’ n*gga test me

[verse 1]
b*tch, do a brick through the glass, huh, shе probably just mad my new b*tch bad
i’m too busy worried ’bout money, b*tch, think i’m worriеd about her, b*tch, don’t be flat
pull up in the srt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, my sh*t fast
baby, i need somethin’ fatter, huh, that lil’ sh*t flat like a semi*pack, huh, huh, huh
that lil’ sh*t flat like a smash burger
last n*gga coppin’ the plea, sayin’ he gon’ do somethin’ to tee, got his ass murdered
had this sh*t on since a kid, hoppin’ off pops, excursion, b*tch, i can merch it
my n*ggas keep on dissin’, i don’t need paid attention, just know i heard it

[bridge]
just know i heard it (keep playin’ it crazy)
just know i heard it (she know i heard it)
i need paid attention (just know i heard it; she’s better not)
just know i—, tsssh (1up sh*t), yeah
[verse 2]
you must not know my men, b*tch won’t show her hand, just know we [?]
she tuggin’ on my pants, i’ma just do my dance and she gon’ f*ck
i used to own ten bands, now i’m worth ten times, ten times, ten times, ten
my lil’ b*tch act like a kid, after i f*ck, she tell me again and again
i ain’t goin’ back and forth, i don’t do beef on the ground, lil’ n*gga spin
we treat that weed just smuggle like a basic b*tch, huh, that sh*t me
you’ll think my lil’ b*tch behind from somethin’ (why?), she stay in the crib
you’ll think i was a cosmetologist, it’s two*three shavin’ this weed
hoes keep sprayin’ rumors, tryna f*ck up my image, still get b*tches
i was just tryna be cool, motherf*ckers keep on playin’, i done hit my limit
i get this money and spend it on pretty women, b*tch, i like no [?]
n*ggas keep pillow talkin’, i’m under they bed, they don’t even know that i hear it
i feel like chilli and bandit, i keep my eyes on the blues, i’m in the stu’
feel like i’m playin’ a tune play against me, gon’ lose, b*tch, i can shoot
n*ggas don’t want no work, draco song like a bomb, b*tch, go boom
had to upgrade my standards, my light skin b*tch got class, hoes been loose

[chorus]
23 in my left, and i just left the wreck, i was with my girl
i ain’t gotta work out nothin’, i up 60 racks and do some curdles
i’ll turn her out wide*way, tryna find another me, she gon’ f*ck the world
i ain’t gon’ say they can’t f*ck with me, they can’t f*ck with us, b*tch, make that pur
lame n*gga hit the booth, tried to diss me, couldn’t even pay for the studio session
if a n*gga ever think about smacking me on my soul, i’m shootin’ it at yo’ ass
b*tch, keep on askin’ for pay, think i’m a trick, but i ain’t, hoe, you lookin’ desperate
like i failed driver’s training, i’m bound to crash, right time, a lil’ n*gga test me

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