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312 cj - mr. 312 lyrics

[intro]
ay this sh+t no bullsh+t
zelldanewwave on the tracks
on god
let’s go let’s go

[hook]
ay this mr. 312 get the bows out the trap
go and spin for yo’ bro, mane this b+tch n+gga cap
opp hoe drop the lo
we ain’t come here to yap
tryna leave yo’ little bro left dead on the couch
motherf+cka’ you ain’t getting no dap
li’ three in this b+tch, on bro he gon’ let them hoes out
my three tryna f+cking head tap
n+gga wan’ play with 312 well come see what we ’bout
i’m tryna get me more green
in love with the cheese
just hit off a money machine
brudda come through with the team
come set me a screen
i’m hooking them just like kareem
i’m in this b+tch off the lean
i’m rocking celine
that pape, n+gga know imma fiend
he disappeared like it’s magic
got 32 up in my glock n+ggas know what’s happening
[verse]
i say rule number 1 better keep yo’ pole
if you lack at the store you gon’ end up a ghost
i say rule number 2, never post yo’ drop
it’s some n+ggas that’s ready to up it and blow
i say rule number 3, better get you some money
don’t wanna be outchea just looking to bummy
i say 3
it’s time to go
i got the drop now let’s ride to the motherf+cking store
n+gga kept playing he got shot in this hoe
got a fifty round drum make a n+gga get low
outside everyday steady spinning for bro
god told me i’m good i’m the one that he chose
hold on
do you really slide?
like you say that you do, on instagram live
he tuff on the net but won’t pop out outside
we chasing little shhh—
he died with his fye
just left downtown finna head to the east
tryna catch me lacking, gotta know i got heat
smoke a opp n+gga dead, pour em’ up in my drink
posted up with guys on the three baby street, look
we get in and takeoff
you know i don’t play golf
we sending a blitz like it’s madden
d+mn near every night go to sleep with my rod
gotta grip on this b+tch when i hop up in traffic
[hook]
ay this mr. 312 get the bows out the trap
go and spin for yo’ bro, mane this b+tch n+gga cap
opp hoe drop the lo we ain’t come here to yap
tryna leave yo’ little bro left dead on the couch
motherf+cka’ you ain’t getting no dap
li’ three in this b+tch, on bro he gon’ let them hoes out
my three tryna f+cking head tap
n+gga wan’ play with 312 well come see what we ’bout
i’m tryna get me more green
in love with the cheese
just hit off a money machine
brudda come through with the team
come set me a screen
i’m hooking them just like kareem
i’m in this b+tch off the lean
i’m rocking celine
that pape, n+gga know imma fiend
he disappeared like it’s magic
got 32 up in my glock n+ggas know what’s happening
(n+ggas know what’s happening)

- 312 cj lyrics

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