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convertible freestyle - jourdan brothern lyrics

[verse 1]
n*gga, i copped me a mil while i’m fly in the hood, y’all n*ggas stupid y’all can’t understand
y’all n*ggas hatin’ but i don’t read comments, i be in my room countin’ my bands
i got that choppa, nle, ya b*tch know that i’m so clean
i am so fly, n*gga call lil bean, i am so fly, n*gga call lil bean
i copped me a mil, you got a bill, you wit’ the gates, you go call bill
f*ck wit’ me, that’s yo will?, f*ck wit’ me, that’s yo will?
spin these n*ggas like a fortune of wheel, ima go pay all my bills
ima go pay wit’ a mil’, bеtter go pay wit’ a mil’
pop me a bean, sippin’ thе lean, sippin’ the green, sippin’ the lean
pop me a bean, sip me a bean, uh, uh, uh, uh
pop a perc, pop a perc, uh, ima make ya b*tch twerk
pop a perc, pop a perc, uh, ima make ya b*tch twerk

[chorus]
ima go sit in a no jumper
she wanna come f*ck, but i already f*cked her
y’all n*ggas diss me?, y’all don’ f*cked up
f*cked up, gun up, f*cked up, gun up
y’all n*ggas f*cked like a used condom
call me youngboy cause i quando rondo
all these bands, man they gotta add up
she wanna come and get in my bag, uh
[verse 2]
i feel like lil baby, waa, waa, waa
ya b*tch gon’ go like da*da*da
my glock gon’ catch these n*ggas lack
she say i’m trash, i still blow out that back
what these n*ggas got control of?, i f*ck yo baby mama
he don’t which his father, and now these n*ggas gone farther
we did that smoke like a fart (on gang), she a hoe from the start (on gang)
y’all n*ggas simps, no bart, and yea, these n*ggas sweet like a pop*tart
it’s the renegade, the red and gray
i pick up the choppa, no i pick up the k
this like ovo, i shoot this drac’
that lil’ n*gga dissin, man, what did i say?
lil baby, uh, 4pf, uh, 100 bands, uh, on the shelf, uh
call me on my cell phone, uh, n*gga want it?, uh, come on uh
i’m like coco, i’m hot, i stir up the pot
i f*ck on ya thot, uh right on the block
you n*ggas is p*ssies, why did you lock?
when this song plays, this sh*t get hot
i keep a ski mask, like a slump god, i keep a glock right on the block
is these n*ggas good?, man prolly not, i’m boutta go and milly rock
i shot his leg, now he cannot walk, i shoot his leg, now he cannot talk
if he talk that sh*t one more time, he gon’ get shot (get shot)

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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