a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jug - realgon lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a*
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a*
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a*
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a*

[verse]
yeah, i ain’t ever duckin’ smoke, i pass it to the gang
laser on his top, now he glowin’ like a chain
told him keep it cool but he really want the static
now his mama cryin’, face up on a jacket

[chorus]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100*round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no
[chorus * slowed]
(this mixtape was hosted by dj griblegrab)
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100*round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no

[verse * slowed]
yeah, i ain’t ever duckin’ smoke, i pass it to the gang
laser on his top, now he glowin’ like a chain
told him keep it cool but he really want the static
now his mama cryin’, face up on a jacket

[chorus]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100*round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
(th*th*th*this mixtape was hosted by dj griblegrab)
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no
[verse]
yeah, i ain’t ever duckin’ smoke, i pass it to the gang
laser on his top, now he glowin’ like a chain
told him keep it cool but he really want the static
now his mama cryin’, face up on a jacket

- realgon lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular