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snap & walk - 312 cj lyrics

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[intro]
okay gramz
(back on my bullsh*t)
back on my bullsh*t

[hook]
i’m back on my bullsh*t
with the cool*kit (cool*kit)
we can play snap and walk
let’s do it
blue m&m’s, yeah my brudda be grooving
hang with some sixties, them boys getting ruthless
high than a b*tch i won’t talk no more
when i see you it’s that, tryna knock off your ‘fro (phew phew phew phew)
eating on turkey it come with some rolls
to put on yo’ head, put a tag on yo’ toe (tag on yo’ toe)
this 312 cj, you know i’m the man
this ice on my neck make a fan hoe dance (fan hoe dance)
get the f*ck out my ear
give a f*ck what you saying (f*ck what you saying)
didn’t know it was us we pulled up mini van (pulled up mini van)
the members gon’ f*ck with this sh*t ima pop it (ima pop it)
hakeem olajuwon, ima ball like a rocket (ball like a rocket)
i’m throwing up c’s ’cause lil’ b*tch on my body
think i need me a fan i just dunked like i’m scottie (dunked like i’m scottie)
[verse]
ray charles high, i can’t even see me (on god)
pop out with some, hadda’ switch up my bb (switch up my bb)
just copped me some diamonds you know them b*tch vv’s
cut his ass off like a roku tv (roku tv b*tch)
sipping on lean got me blurring my vision
im turnt to the max and i’m turnt to the ceiling (turnt to the ceiling)
mud in cup get me straight to the drilling (straight to the drilling)
got racks on us, up in houston with switches (with switches)
tryna go to the club and throw all my ‘hundo’s (‘hundo’s)
not a mailman, we pull up to front door (to ya’ front door)
yeah i’m in this b*tch with the members, we posted
dae dae gon’ spin that b*tch pr*nto (on god)
i’m in all black in a ski
and we posted all black, like dikembe mutombo (dikembe mutombo)
yeah i gotta go somewhere
hollon lil’ mama, i told her just come on

[hook]
i’m back on my bullsh*t
with the cool*kit (cool*kit)
we can play snap and walk
let’s do it
blue m&m’s, yeah my brudda be grooving
hang with some sixties, them boys getting ruthless (fthrr fthrr)
high than a b*tch i won’t talk no more
when i see you it’s that, tryna knock off your ‘fro (knock off yo’ ‘fro)
eating on turkey it come with some rolls
to put on yo’ head, put a tag on yo’ toe
this 312 cj, you know i’m the man (know i’m the man)
this ice on my neck make a fan hoe dance
get the f*ck out my ear
give a f*ck what you saying (don’t f*ck with you b*tch)
didn’t know it was us we pulled up mini van
the members gon’ f*ck with this sh*t ima pop it
hakeem olajuwon ima ball like a rocket (ball like a rocket)
i’m throwing up c’s ’cause lil’ b*tch on my body
think i need me a fan i just dunked like i’m scottie (dunk like i’m scottie)
[outro]
on god
okay gramz
ray charles high i can’t even see
i’m rocking diamonds you know them b*tch vv’s
and you know they gon’ dance on my body
dunk like i’m scottie
nah for real

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