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at the show - jaeychino lyrics

[intro]
(haha, what the f—)
uh, oh–yeah (phew, phew)
comin’ through every hood, blowin’ up every street (sxprano, we got ’em)
slime, slime*slime, oh–yeah
sh*t, ypf (baow)

[chorus]
gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
thank god everyday, when i make us a lot
pour a eight in that tris, my cup lookin’ nice
we sn*tchin’ the opps, we lookin’ like ice
got sh*t on my mind, man, that n*gga f*cked up
the fans in my dms, keep tellin’ me, “drop”
sh*t, tms gang, we not gettin’ stopped
you know you a b*tch, stop blamin’ the bops

[verse]
i’m droppin’ sh*t off, b*tch, i feel like i’m bruce
man, shoutout to trump ’cause the opps movin’ loose
i’m keepin’ it cute, i done started a wave
1c’ to the strike’s, man, i’m thuggin’ wit’ xav’
you know what they say, man, crime gon’ pay
she think she the opps, man, that b*tch gettin’ slayed
i’ma put on my hood, i’ma go on the run
i’m jammin’ all day ’cause the night still young
they jackin’ my swag, they wanna be me
sh*t, sprayin’ like covid*19
pain in my verse, man, a n*gga went through it
when i see lil’ manny, i think about blu
sh*t getting hard, better ride wit’ your missile
f*ck it, we all can come get you
her son just died, man, give her some tissue
ain’t tryna make peace, man, i’m blowin’ my pistol
[chorus]
gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
thank god everyday, when i make us a lot
pour a eight in that tris, my cup lookin’ nice
we sn*tchin’ the opps, we lookin’ like ice
got sh*t on my mind, man, that n*gga f*cked up
the fans in my dms, keep tellin’ me, “drop”
sh*t, tms gang, we not gettin’ stopped
you know you a b*tch, stop blamin’ the bops
gotta wa— gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
thank god everyday, when i make us a l—
pour a eight in that tris, my cup lookin’ nice
we sn*tchin’ the opps, we lookin’ like ice
got sh*t on my mind, man, that n*gga f*cked up
the fans in my dms, keep tellin’ me, “drop”
sh*t, tms gang, we not gettin’ stopped
you know you a b*tch, stop blamin’ the bops
gotta wa— gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
thank god everyday, when i make us a l—
(pour a eight in that tris) my cup lookin’ nice
we sn*tchin’ the opps, we lookin’ like ice
got sh*t on my mind, man, that n*gga f*cked up
the fans in my dms, keep tellin’ me, “drop”
sh*t, tms gang, we not gettin’ stopped
you know you a b*tch, stop blamin’ the bops
[outro]
oh–yeah
comin’ through every hood, blowin’ up every street
slime, slime, slime, slime
they all f*ck wit’ the slime sh*t

- jaeychino lyrics

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