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allstar jr - ben simmons lyrics

[intro]
welc+welcome to get a bag records
let’s get a bag
(jose the plug)

[verse 1: allstar jr]
i do credit, i do debit, i be trapping and scamming
punching and jamming, finessing and having
j’s cost a band, i ain’t doing sh+t athletic
first time i seen a brick, i’m like “where the f+ck i sell this?”
b+tch’ll f+ck anybody, she a busy body
y’all never k!lled anybody, now he the body
say i’m talking choppy, yeah, b+tch, i’m feeling choppy
n+gga poppin’ poppin’, dumb b+tch, still a [?]
big ice, loud [?], big daddy money
i’ll beat a n+gga ass and take his daddy gun
tend to write my hardest verses when i’m bagging up
i can’t say her p+ssy good, but i had me some
so, i’m hard and on the b+tch, hit her and step back
now she calling me a dog, b+tch, i’m just that
fly her in and out so fast, she got jetlag
he done blocked the b+tch number with her message

[chorus: allstar jr]
this ain’t n+gga’s first body, b+tch, we been k!lling
somebody get this lil b+tch, she been d+ck l!cking
i’ma f+ck and bring her back, give me ten minutes
these n+ggas never ever shoot, call them ben simmons
[?] cost a band, ho, i been trippin
somebody get this lil b+tch, she been d+ck l!cking
i’ma f+ck and bring her back, give me ten minutes
these n+ggas never ever shooting, call them ben simmons
[verse 2: cash kidd]
these city hoes ran through, now we flying models in
got a piece on me, like i’m turning bottles in
n+ggas hiding in the house, like we won’t come inside the crib
wanna let your mama live, but she say “f+ck her, slide again”
since i can’t find your mans, drop a bag and get him gone
been on some sh+t before i ever did a song
real life, n+ggas hoes, caught him lacking, did ’em both
call me pleasure p, cause i did him wrong
you a k!ller on these songs, and on the net you a demon
slide on a n+gga, lay him flat like a penguin
i’m the reason your b+tch got a neck full of s+m+n
still scoring, n+ggas getting pressed like this defense
label offered three hundred racks and i need it
bro said you worth way more than that, tell them keep it
catch a case, call my lawyer mike jack, he gon’ beat it
big+ass heater on my lap like i’m freezing

- allstar jr lyrics

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