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g.o.m.d. - bak jay lyrics

[intro]
these b*tch start talking, and n*gga start fumbling
b.a.k

[chorus]
uh, bet
we ain’t going for nothing
when i pop out, these n*ggas get scared
they see me and then start running
b*tch start talking and n*gga start fumbling
i might hit that l!ck just to get a few hundred
two hundred a year, i done dropped for the summer
man, get off my d*ck
i’ll hop out, dump you, man, get off my…

[verse 1]
man, get off my d*ck ‘fore a n*gga get blitzed
come to my show, this n*gga start flexing
his chain, we turn this sh*t right to a l!ck
bro like the wop, but i like the tris
this ho won’t stop, she keep doing tricks
forty*five for a opp, get him gone in a minute
she be giving them drops, get a loan for a b*tch
riding around with like three hundred pints
thinking i’ll be a’ight, know i’m risking my life
ho tryna f*ck me, but i got a b*tch now
b*tch move around, can’t stay for the night
bro wanna do it, i give him the right
know i be cooling, we sipping on sprite
switches and uzis, boy, that’s what i like
they be playing my music, it’s getting ’em hype
[chorus]
uh, bet, we ain’t going for nothing
when i pop out, these n*ggas get scared
they see me and then start running
b*tch start talking and n*gga start fumbling
i might hit that l!ck just to get a few hundred
two hundred a year, i done dropped for the summer
man, get off my d*ck, i’ll hop out, dump you, man, get off my…

[verse 2]
man, get off my d*ck
lil’ bro got the drac’, i’m bumping the stick
got heard he been working with opps so we catch him and wrap him
rose him right in the d*ck
these n*ggas ain’t used to f*ck with me, i’m
counting up racks, i blew it, just look at my fit
ain’t even want me to make it, i’m calling
lil’ mama to tell her to look at your kid
when i’m outside, i stand on ten
don’t f*ck with my vibe, i’m tryna go spin
know what they say, i can’t go to that pen
tryna set me up, i’ll slide in that fin
when i’m outside, i stand on ten
don’t f*ck with my vibe, i’m tryna go spin
know what they say, i can’t go to that pen
tryna set me up, i’ll slide in that fin
[chorus]
uh, bet, we ain’t going for nothing
when i pop out, these n*ggas get scared
they see me and then start running
b*tch start talking and n*gga start fumbling
i might hit that l!ck just to get a few hundred
two hundred a year, i done dropped for the summer
man, get off my d*ck, i’ll hop out, dump you, man, get off my…
man, get off my…

[outro]
n*gga get, uh
i don’t know how to rap with them racks in my pocket, uh*huh
yeah

- bak jay lyrics

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