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34jay - johnny dang pt.1 lyrics

aye
aye let that b+tch sing
aye let that b+tch sing
(aye let that b+tch sing)
(on god, aye)
aye
(aye let that b+tch sing, on god)
aye
aye
(aye montannaa)
aye let that b+tch sing
(big montannaa, fire that hoe up)
(let me talk to they ass)
(aye)
30 blue, purple lean
diamonds hit like jelly beans
everything i rock so fresh, call me mr.clean
gen 4, gen 5
30 piece, 50 piece
leave a n+gga hot+n+spicy, i ain’t talking mickey d’s
fold a n+gga ass up, treat him likе a chicken wing
like a chicken wing
stick and movе
trapped in the p+ssy
i’m a sticky dude
catch an op lacking, we’ll put him on memphis news
backseat, backdoor
7.62 went straight to his back throat
facts though
getting cap from a little cap hoe
mario ice chain, looking so ice cream
f+ck spike lee, b+tch i can’t do the right thing
do the right thing
(do the right thinggg)
ballin with some p’s, so you know i’m on the right team
send your whole gang to the sky, like a flight team
really don’t slide in broad day, that’s a night thing
never backbite gang, n+gga that’s a hoe move
(n+gga that’s a hoe move)
5 racks each pocket, n+gga that’s a whole mood
(whole mood)
make his b+tch swallow all the nut, baby soul food
eat some soul food
(eat some soul food)
came a long way, from eating leftover old food
hit a n+gga stomach, now he gotta eat tofu
hit his little homie, leave him screaming like goku
take a n+gga b+tch, leave him posted up with no boo
aye, with no boo
(aye, with no boo)
(no b+tch)
everytime i get served, i gotta hit the store too
know i can’t leave without the glock, it gotta go too
(where it’s at)
gotta sneak through
(bring it in)
smoking opp pack to the face, got me so loose
hit a n+gga ass in the head, knock his fro loose
b+tch said my wrist ice, yeah hoe my heart too
told the little b+tch, wait on johnny dang pt.2
aye, part 2
(where johnny dang at)
let her tote the glock, down the block, get some yards too
every n+gga with me, with a choppa, gone spark too
if you got a feature, then you know you got robbed too
(let me get that)
when i said clap his ass, i ain’t mean applaud you
jumped him, then jumped his b+tch
know his b+tch involved too
get his hoe too
(get his hoe too)
(aye, come here b+tch)
aye
n+ggas said i’m scared
i said wait, holdup, scared of who
any n+gga touching me, must be federal
hit his b+tch so many times, she a punching bag
used to hide gas all in my school lunch bag
school lunch bag
(come here, let us pat you down)
d+d+do my own dirt, i ain’t never need a stuntman
smoke a opp ass real fast, i’m the runt man
catch a opp lacking, turn his ass to a blunt fast
do it real fast, on love
(smoke his ass, you know what’s going on)
on love
(34 sh+t)
on love
(no hoe sh+t)
on love
aye
aye, let that b+tch sing, on god
(this that street sh+t, 34 sh+t)
aye, aye let that b+tch sing
(on god)

- 34jay lyrics

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