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1takejay – bleed em lyrics

[chorus: 1take jay]
n-gga, i only dog a b-tch, but they love that
free the b-tch, like a jailbird, i bet she come back
finesse gang, like i’m movin’ work, i had to set traps
’cause n-gga, all my ex-b-tches was f-ckin’ rats
hold up, i need my -ss whooped for even touchin’ that
rule number one, besides the money, never get attached
karma is a b-tch ’cause you broke while i’m countin’ racks
don’t let that b-tch fool you, if i want her, i can get her back

[verse 1: 1take jay]
chase a bag, b-tch, don’t chase me, you better chase your dreams
f-ck the industry, they sleepin’ on me like they off the lean
i don’t even rap, i talk sh-t, f-ck a n-gga mean?
just like golden state, it’s 1take, that’s the winning team
so n-ggas tryna flex? yeah aight, i’m finna bleed him
n-gga, we don’t do the hand-me-downs, you can keep them
’cause by the looks of things, sh-t, it look like you need them
i showed up in some sh-t that got you sick ’cause you ain’t seen him
n-ggas always talkin’ ’bout a bag but ain’t seen ten
n-gga, save your life since you actin’ like you he-man
i’m knockin’ b-tches down, throwin’ strikes like i’m big ben
these birds need bread, but i’m broke, i can’t feed them
granny -ss b-tch talkin’ sh-t, put your t–th in
b-tch, it’s goin’ on six months with that weave in
how the f-ck you foreign but you always buyin’ cheap sh-t?
i’m known for gettin’ money, we just know you swallow s-m-n
it’s ayo the rocker, or the dread head heathen
big n from fruits or the bully for no reason
quan f-ckin’ b-tches from the carpet to the cement
and me i’m just a lyin’ -ss n-gga, i don’t plead fifths
b-tches always goin’ through my phone, tryna peep sh-t
well here go thirty b-tches on my d-ck, b-tch, peep this
don’t let the door hit you in your -ss when you leavin’
i’m always right, you can’t find a b-tch that i agree with
you hear me?

[verse 2: azchike]
ayy, like i’m lookin’ for a nut out the b-tch, keep it brief
a bully in the streets, f-ck a truce, keep it beef
i can get you whacked while i’m smokin’ on the beach
any tricks up your sleeve, then you in for a treat
broke b-tch, i’ma let the bands do the talkin’
all black on but off-white when i’m walkin’
she wanna join the team, come step in this office
same way i put ’em on, i off ’em
disgusting, how i do a broke n-gga awful
b-tch wanna ball, think twice ‘fore you cross me
b-tch said i’m fly but the ‘fit say i’m joggin’, up north sh-t
b-tch had a bag ’cause i’m chargin’
n-gga want fame off my name with the b-tch
but he can get the bang out this thing with the clip
what you tryna do? i can’t just hang with a b-tch
unless we both chillin’ with this d-ck on her lip
all that lil’ boy rap, this a grown man spittin’
both hands itchin’, i’ma blow bands with her
no d-mn given, i’m just livin’ how i’m livin’
no excuse, what you do? you just hiss and now you hit some’
keep it 1k with my 1take
catch a broke n-gga on his lunch break
f-ck fake, catch a b-tch on a hump day
gunplay, catch a stick on a drum day

- 1takejay lyrics

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