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rick owens - mg sleepy & jay juice lyrics

[intro: mg sleepy]
i just, i just woke up

[verse 1: mg sleepy & jay juice]
i said, three thousand on the coat to put my arms in it
f*cked all of the strippers in the club, i need a bartender
i said, b*tch you ain’t never shot the bl!ck and left the car flippin’
this n*gga used to hoop back in the day, like when he start spinnin’?
i said, my n*gga popped a xan, he off a bar trippin’
i got a sting stay over east that look like bart simpson
f*ck the bag up, i need a l!ck, i’m finna call bristol
seent they sent my n*gga up the road for a lil’ small crystal
i said, hmm, that n*gga sell ice
n*gga, you still ain’t touched a dub, you live to fail life
like how the f*ck you get a second change to go and fail twice?
i said i put this glock down and beat your ass, b*tch, i can still fight (yeah)

[verse 2: jay juice & mg sleepy]
he think this gta, n*gga, this real life
i f*ckеd a skinny b*tch right from the back and it ain’t feel right
b*tch, the police think this fakе, but this a real pipe
don’t let me catch bro in my dreams, he gettin’ k!lled twice
tss, huh, that’s how that sh*t goin’
none of my brothers rockin’ chucks, we get them rick owens
b*tch, we icy than a f*ck knowin’ our kits soakin’
like f*ck around and hit bro in his sh*t, ’cause they left switch open
b*tch, we in the biggest truck, like n*gga get over
ridin’ the wave for some emotion, he a d*ck holder
i’m with this pretty b*tch, i’m high as sh*t, i tell her, “bend over”
and when you see me out, i got my gun, b*tch, i’m a bl!ck toter (alright, come on)
[verse 3: mg sleepy]
alright, b*tch, i took the lemons off, threw on the rick owens
i’m doin’ donuts, spinnin’ in the track, i got this b*tch smokin’
i said, b*tch, i’m still beatin’ up scam, them n*ggas still owe me
i said, before i rap, i used to slide from out a real stollie
i said i told my plug to pull up with some weed, he put some pills on me
i had to quit poppin’ them percs, i be done k!lled brodie
alright b*tch, and free my n*gga bristol, that’s my real crodie
i’m the type to rob you in your face, i ain’t gon’ steal from you
i said, hmm, i think i feel somethin’
i know it’s millions on the way, another deal comin’
i said, b*tch, i’m ohio’s governer, i feel like bill rucker
i’m the big homie around this b*tch, you like the lil’ brother (n*gga)

- mg sleepy jay juice lyrics

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