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bp - jourdan brothern lyrics

[chorus]
ap (ap), i bust a check while i’m spicy (spicy)
if they really shooters, try me (try me)
i diss that b*tch just like pooh sheisty (sheisty)
x, x, x, yea, yea, that’s my triple checks (woah)
youngest rapper alive, but i can still go take ya b*tch (collaborate)
talk to me nice (talk to me nice), or don’t talk at all (oh my f*cking*)
you call this game a sport? (what?), we off that adderall (corvette corvette)
talk to me nice (talk to me nice), or don’t talk at all (oh my f*cking*)
you call this game a sport? (what?), we off that adderall (corvette corvette)

[verse]
we hop in that motherf*ckin’ jet, like a motherf*ckin’ plane
boy just drop an album, and just stop bein’ so lame
i gave her a controller, she think it’s a game
i go and wear red once, they think i’m a gang
all he do is push (what?), like that gon’ do somethin’ (nah)
boy just shut the f*ck up about yo lil’ brother (texas)
before i make you both start the runnin’ (b*tch)
every single day this n*gga talk about all that lame sh*t (b*tch)
my n*ggas wanted me to diss him, so i took myself off lame sh*t (lame sh*t)
every single day this n*gga talk about all that lame sh*t (b*tch)
that n*gga like cartoon ass, i guess he like that game sh*t (game sh*t)

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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