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special - jenx2 lyrics

[intro]
(ayy) ayy, ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy), okay (okay)
wha*wha*wha*wha*what? (okay)
ayy, ayy (all units, ac*130 is in the air), b*tch

[chorus]
i got a chop, and it penetrate
they gon’ tell me to stop when i demonstrate
i got ’em (ayy) all screamin’, they sound like (ayy) my tires
i air out the smoke (ayy) while it ventilate (ayy, buh*buh*buh*buh*buh)
b*tch, i don’t got no time, i don’t speculate
if i say it, i do it, don’t hesitate
whip it out of the box, got a special weapon (yeah)
and i swear (ayy) it’s gon’ make you need special aid (ayy, b*tch)
fl!ckin’ up in the box, and i’m smokin’ potent
everything that i’m buyin’ a heavy grade
made another hundred bands in a month (month)
i’m eatin’ good, b*tch, i carry a heavy platе (ayy)
he ain’t even еatin’ that good, hush (b*tch)
rappers starvin’, but they swear they ain’t
(ayy) chop make him dance (ayy), hit the renegade (ayy)
you gon’ (ayy) need a doctor, i terminate (ayy)

[verse]
(ayy) you ain’t got no style, you scavenge (ayy)
b*tch, you ain’t a challenge (ayy)
made a f*ckin’ bag (ayy), spent your whole allowance (okay)
talkin’ ’bout the clique (ayy), b*tch, i won’t allow it (ayy)
x2 ’til i die (ayy), ain’t no one allowed in (ayy)
b*tch, i left him with the flies (ayy), ain’t n0body found him (okay)
smokin’ gas, it get me high, but i let n0body touch it (f*ck)
f*ck it, livin’ your life like a b*tch, then you prolly should stay home (b*tch)
tryna talk about he mob, we runnin’ into his house like a tornado (ayy)
[chorus]
i got a chop, and it penetrate
they gon’ tell me to stop when i demonstrate
i got ’em (ayy) all screamin’, they sound like (ayy) my tires
i air out the smoke (ayy) while it ventilate (ayy, buh*buh*buh*buh*buh)
b*tch, i don’t got no time, i don’t speculate
if i say it, i do it, don’t hesitate
whip it out of the box, got a special weapon (yeah)
and i swear (ayy) it’s gon’ make you need special aid (ayy, b*tch)
fl!ckin’ up in the box, and i’m smokin’ potent
everything that i’m buyin’ a heavy grade
made another hundred bands in a month (month)
i’m eatin’ good, b*tch, i carry a heavy plate (ayy)
he ain’t even eatin’ that good, hush (b*tch)
rappers starvin’, but they swear they ain’t
(ayy) chop make him dance (ayy), hit the renegade (ayy)
chop make him dance (ayy), hit the— (ayy, ayy), yuh (ayy)

[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy), ayy
b*tch (ayy)
(ayy, ayy)

- jenx2 lyrics

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