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dragg - jy baby lyrics

[intro]
uh, on god
frr, frr

[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b*tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n*gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f*ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f*ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[verse 1]
he think a k!ller since he wanna diss
hop out the car him in his sh*t
100 sum shots hit the f*ckin whip
leg shot, hit him, make a n*gga limp
scotti a b*tch he never caught a hat
n*ggas forced him out the f*cking trap
n*ggas talking all they do is cap
how you a k!ller all you do is rap
i’m playing like kobe i came here to win
hop out the car hit him and his friend
glock automatic b*tch i change the pin
pull a carjackin b*tch i change the pin
all black, slidin’ in a f*ckin benz
f*ckin on her’ and i took the twin
bullets gon get him his f*ckin chin
hop out the car do his ass again’
[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b*tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n*gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f*ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f*ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[verse 2]
how you a k!ller all you do is run? (all you do is run)
took his bread and his f*ckin gun (yeah)
he look up to me that n*gga my son
yeah i got bodies b*tch i got a ton
yeah, i wan fight run the f*ckin ones
i ain’t the 2 b*tch i’m the 1
n*ggas will switch while you in a drought
down on my d*ck yeah i made it out
that lil n*gga talkin out his mouth (mouth)
hop out the v, see what bout (about)
he tryna run up i’m leaving him stuck
you ain’t keepin it p, just keep it a buck
i’ma show him what he want he wanna be tuff (on god)
slide out the v’, make his ass duck
hop out the v yeah we shoot him up
can’t hear what you sayin i don’t give a f*ck
[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b*tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n*gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f*ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f*ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[outro]
yeahh (stupid ass b*tch)
they thought i wasn’t gon come back huh?
they thought i wasn’t gon come back huh?
yeah aight n*gga
stupid ass b*tch
get yo money up, not your f*ckin funny up, stupid ass b*tch

- jy baby lyrics

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