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done it all before - 312 cj lyrics

[intro]
quinton this one crazy
(yeah uh*uh turn me up)
uh

[hook]
get out my body, hold on
uh, i’m ’bout to get in my zone
yeah
i’m making money lil’ b*tch leave me ‘lone
i don’t wan’ talk on the phone
yeah
i’m making money moves everyday, i’m in the field just like patrick mahomes
yeah we be them boys who she wanna pop it with
this glock in my pants stick out like a hockey stick
uh

[chorus{
who the f*ck said that they f*cking with cj?
lil’ b*tch you know that i’m popping it
i ain’t trusting n0body around, i keep a lil’ gun so i ain’t gotta c*ck the b*tch
my chain be so icy you know that i’m rocking it
them hitters hit sh*t like a baseball
i’m rocking amiri, the bustdown watch keep shinning on n*ggas like the nba playoffs
yeah, woah*woah*woah*woah
three tryna bust at his window
bеt not pass me the ball, ima f*ck around slide on a opp
makе a f*ck n*gga get low
switch it up, i gotta get to these millions
grinding so i can put moms in a mansion
haters on d*ck and i can’t f*cking stand it
pop out the cut, make that p*ssy boy panic
[verse]
uh
don’t play with me like a lil’ boy
can’t f*ck with the gang and i’m not wanna them
bad b*tch she with me, tryna eat on some shrimp
i’ll dunk on a n*gga like shawn kemp
don’t come ’round me with that, we rob him
tryna hide like you dory, we caught him (come on)
im high than a b*tch with my motherf*cking brudda (come on)
we stomp on a b*tch, ima lob him

[verse 2: deerulaa]
come on
tell lil’ buddy chill out
go stack up some paper
i can run the whole city like lil’ dman was mayor
want the bread in my hand no more asking for favors
selling g’s by the one but they come in two flavors
we got chops hit hard, talking bite like a ‘gator
all that sh*t on the gram, tryna reach meet the maker
bad b*tch good body might fly to jamaica
gen 5, new clip ima shoot til it’s tatum
gen five new clip this b*tch hold a whole 30
for the block take my time but the plug gotta hurry
bougie hoes got bodies, but i like ’em lil’ nerdy
but my b*tch get freaky she throw back this perky
me and slime in they bushes, we waiting, we lurking
f*ck a 9*5 job in the trap steady working
f*ck a big booty b*tch them skinny’s be working
yeah she like to look back at my chain while she twerking
[hook]
get out my body, hold on
uh, i’m ’bout to get in my zone
yeah
i’m making money lil’ b*tch leave me ‘lone
i don’t wan’ talk on the phone
yeah
i’m making money moves everyday, i’m in the field just like patrick mahomes
yeah we be them boys who she wanna pop it with
this glock in my pants stick out like a hockey stick

[outro{
(who the f*ck said that they f*cking with cj? lil’ b*tch you know that i’m popping it)
(i ain’t trusting n0body around, i keep a lil’ gun so i ain’t gotta c*ck the b*tch)
(my chain be so icy you know that i’m rocking it)
(them hitters hit sh*t like baseball)
(i’m rocking amiri, the bustdown watch keep shining on n*ggas like the nba playoffs)
“ay think you can turn the beat up joe”

- 312 cj lyrics

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