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919jam - in dis mf lyrics

lord forgive me fo’ my, lord forgive me fo’ my
lord forgive me fo’ my, but what i did was right
i put my heart in this mothaf+cka
better come for my head ’cause i ain’t running
cut the f+ck off his tongue ’cause he talk funny
why he say he so hard but a whole bunny?
try f+ck in broad day but it was too sunny
give a f+ck ’bout a n+gga, n+gga too dummy
say you trapping all day, got yo’ nose runny
say you broke as a b+tch and you wan’ money
i can tell you some ways you can get money
but you gotta move smart, n+ggas move bummy
yeah, i have mad dog, n+gga named tyson
don’t tell me you hard off of text typing
ooh, she bad but i won’t even f+ck her
is it bad that i say her that i love her?
and i say that to othеrs and others
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout yo’ brother
roll a blunt but forgеtting the lighter
avatar, so i gotta use fire
pack it up and you give to the buyer
say you rich as a f+ck, n+ggas liars
say she woke as a b+tch well i’m tired

mmm, aight
it’s no cap when i say i’m above ’em
gotta reach fo’ the top gotta shove ’em
and i really sh+t talk like a mothaf+cka
tryna up on a n+gga, a dumbf+cka
why she sucking my b+lls, she a dumbsucka
i might f+ck in the hall, pop a rhino
get that chicken that shape like a dino
tryna talk all my sh+t, n+ggas crying
“how the f+ck you make profit?”, they buying
gotta hop in the field, where they dying
give a f+ck bout yo’
i was just boutta stop but i’m lying
cook a n+gga up like cajun
underrated a mothaf+ckin’ bas+m+nt
i can’t love on no b+tch i ain’t chasing
bad b+tch and she speaking some zulu
dark skin, fat ass, underrated
i ain’t doing her wrong, n+gga, voodoo
i ain’t doing you wrong, you is doodoo
why she saying she love me, she coocoo
why they scared to get money like boohoo
arp got him dancing like two two
556 make him slip on banana
gen 5 make you run to yo’ nana
ain’t gon’ lie i would get running too
all that gas make a n+gga go boo
pull trigger, you turn ’em to soup
hit the gas and we gone in a coupe
why you worried ’bout me, what i do?
just look at my pockets they blue
they fat as a f+ck and say “moo”

- 919jam lyrics

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