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k swiss - jay juice lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, let me know somethin’, jeff)

[verse 1: jay juice]
chase him down blowin’ my bl!cky, he gon’ run fast
his cheap ass don’t even pay his tab ’cause he a broke ass
heard his clip jammed spinnin’ on the opps, he had a promag
link with the b*tch at 2 a.m. because her dome that
had to shoot it past my brother face, i almost domed nap
in the p*ssy, i done caught a charlie horse, i took a cold bath
yop, my muslim n*gga, he just broke fast
this weed ain’t for sale, this some terps, this my smoke bag
my b*tch gon’ keep on goin’ through my phone knowin’ i ain’t sh*t
if he sweet, then we finna eat*eat, we finna take bl!ck
mеlissa, she just walked into the trap wеarin’ some k*swiss
he sick as h*ll i hit him in his sh*t, he made a fake diss
n*gga, that ain’t no trish, you drinkin’ fake sh*t
police hit the spot, i had to throw the shh inside the cake mix
you don’t take risks, back in the day, was turnt, i used to take sh*t
yeah, been f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes, know what my name is

[verse 2: tse e2]
left the glizzy sittin’ at the crib to bring the drac’ in
say you havin’, you ain’t really havin’, you ain’t made ten
she got h*lla ass, i’m tryna f*ck, f*ck what her name is
pretty b*tch, i hit her from the back, she got the braids in
how you talkin’ tough, ain’t got no gun, you ain’t got no weapon?
amiri jeans off the all*white 1s, you can catch me steppin’
told the b*tch that if she use her throat, you can catch me blessin’
i got h*lla b*tches, h*lla guns, so i won’t be stressin’
up chop, i got h*lla aim, shoot it off of my shoulder
told my plug i need two hundred ‘bows, get it off ’cause i’m older
hit your block and then i beat your price, get the f*ck if you over
beat the game, you can ask the opps, i done won and it’s over
[verse 3: misterfto]
i tried to bust the arp, d*mn near broke my shoulder
wide*body, i broke the striker out, i’m tryna run bro over
this n*gga freaked the black & mild and dropped it in my soda
freaky b*tch, i beat her in the crib and try to break my sofa (he said)
don’t try to touch a chain ’cause this b*tch be on me
a rap n*gga, don’t play me like i rap ’cause this switch be pokin’ (he said)
lil’ brother spinned the block, i almost popped lil’ brodie
if paperwork come out and brodie snitch, i’ma pop my co*d
if it ain’t twano in your ‘wood, then it’s not no smokin’
b*tch, could bust a brick, just gotta use my knuckles
i bet i get the ball, i bet i’m not gon’ fumble
get the ball and pass it to my brother, try to shoot my jumper
i hit this pretty b*tch, she ain’t have no stomach
i got this batch of raw, i’m probably not gon’ touch it
i hit this freaky b*tch up in the store, i didn’t have no money
can’t play me like a f*ck or like a meatball, i’m not no dummy

- jay juice lyrics

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