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lirik lagu choosin’ – j4y king

wavy sh-t with a slap to it
talk sh-t i could rap to it
roll up we gon vibe to it
speakers loud we gon ride to it

i blew the smoke out the window

won’t stop till all we get benzos

i told them get out my lane

me and dem is not the same

you must be out of your brain
you must be out of your mind
if you tryna cross the line
if you tryna take what’s mine

you hit my line if you need it
sativa we blunted ,we weeded
i cut your feet off that’s defeated

better word would be detached
me and the money attached
i stand on my sh-t no retracting

mta sh-t, ya off track
mcv no rat pack
on dem roads we trapped packs
home runs when i’m on bat

roll a dub sack that gin-bli /
bank shot think i’m kobe/
mask on mick foley/
to hot you can’t hold me/

under pressure they folding/
you know that pressure making diamonds/
born in april that’s a diamond /

word to the 4 in my name /
ya need to pick up on game/

know them charts im tryna climb em ‘ /

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we roll it up now i’m cooling/
sativa we burning it’s boomin/
n-gg-s be broke who they fooling/
ya tryna test and i schooling/
i know the cash got em drooling/
f-ck a option know she choosing/x2
she want a lesson no student/

verse 2

i just broke down another pack/
i just blew thru another pack/
i just counted up another rack/
told fat he gotta bring it back/

bands in the safe and my pockets/
tryna pick pockets got rockets/
f-ck a e brake you can’t stop it/
f-ck a climax you can’t top it /
f-ck a headline i’m the topic/

i got that power like rocket/
i got the power no starz/
i blow the green f-ck the barz/
im counting up green in my car/

big gate around my yard/
see me now know i’m going hard/
flow dumb r-t-rd/
pay me cash no card/

early morning thank the lord/
my money up f-ck a fraud/
i ain’t ever stress a broad/
bout to pysylan a trip abroad/
some sh-t you couldn’t afford/

though you fronting like you got it/
f-ck playing tag boy you not it/

i’m bout the cheese like it’s cottage/
need a crib on the beach that’s a cottage/

subie i’m running up mileage/
i ran the trap i ran college /
i’m getting head now that’s knowledge
j4y king from the floss
all of my n-gg-s bosses

from brooklyn to queens straight across

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- j4y king

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