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us in here - heembeezy & fivestardjay lyrics

[intro]
(i hear you, jay c)

[verse 1: heembeezy]
yeah, my b*tch bad, yeah, she got all the juice
like when they get money and a lil’ attitude on her
whole lotta ass, baby, i know what to do with it
she don’t play around when she— yeah
i got some sh*t to set the crowd back
whatever them n*ggas on, b*tch, we on that
me in the house broke? i be where the pros at
he want blood, f*ck around, send a toe tag, i’m really on that
where you n*ggas poles at? we do not condone that
shе would love a n*gga, got the ap or the rolеx
some slimy n*ggas gotta ride ’round with both straps
i was raised ’round the thugs, k!llers and the dope heads
try make a n*gga get groovy like a slow jam
if i ain’t hit that ho, then guarantee my lil’ bro did
uh, i’m paranoid, i’m clutchin’ on my billy all in traffic
i make a b*tch disappear like i know magic
i’m puttin’ d*ck all in her ear, ain’t got no manner
uh, i don’t think this lil’ b*tch can hear me, baby, go faster
without no money, she gon’ f*ck me, ain’t got no standards
she did it on camera, baby, go bananas
uh, she bring up all my hoes, i swear i can’t stand her
i just flew one of my freaks out of atlanta (uh)
i just popped another bean, b*tch, i can’t sleep
b*tch, i know that p*ssy fire ’cause that face mean
[verse 2: fivestardjay]
pretty b*tch she so heavenly, send me to jesus
my b*tch got a stink face like queen latifah
cash app the b*tch fifteen hundred for no reason
you n*ggas ain’t scorin’, i pull up and get the bleedin’ sh*t
i been so deep up in my bag, bought what i need, a b*tch
i just upgraded the mag’, i know you see the clip
throw this b*tch in sport mode, i bet she gon’ be eatin’ d*ck
n*gga, this ain’t warzone, we really hoppin’ out, squeezin’ sh*t
i be with the pros, i make money on my own time
got it on my own, learned the game from trappin’ syrup lines
walked in with two hoes, thirty*two inches and they both mine
i could give a f*ck really who trippin’, b*tch, it’s go time
n*ggas talkin’ so fried, i think it’s time to zip him up
you n*ggas can’t sit with us, 5k’ll get you touched
i’ll send that blitz, that ain’t sh*t, i still keep it tucked
worried ’bout your b*tch on my d*ck, you gon’ get her f*cked
she think she did her big one, i ain’t even bust
my heart been gone for so long, i ain’t got no trust
i hope your money long enough you wanna beef with us
got too much motion goin’ on, no, i can’t keep it up

- heembeezy fivestardjay lyrics

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