j-money – no flockin (freestyle) lyrics
real n-gg- i get new cash
with my n-gg- kaz
don’t know why you talking cheap
choppa to your cheek
lil n-gg- from the f-cking streets
smoking broccoli
it’s j money yeah that stick em up bandit
n-gg-s be snitching like candice
and my bars be so sick
n-gg- be hitting licks
got a gloc 9 and it’s my hip
make your body flip
sipping on lean and drowsy bout to go sleep
got some shooters on my f-cking team they’ll hit you in your teeth
put a bullet in your f-cking mouth
i don’t play around
young n-gg- the i still got the moves
i pull up in the coupe
all this gucci dripping sauce
buy it f-ck the cost
i got b-tches on my f-cking d-ck
but i won’t cuff a b-tch
m-ssages don’t be feeling your sh-t
lil n-gg- you a b-tch
been spitting fire since double cup
choppa grip like a hug
you can get popped like a f-cking pill
you cheap like goodwill
never needed you b-tch
i just hit and quit
b-tch i’m to real
just popped me a f-cking seal
got migos money in my pocket
get your b-tch she jockin
old clips in the new rocket call it chris paul
at school i sold pills n-gg- in the f-cking halls
red bandanna tied around my head
moneybagg i’m going fed
me and my n-gg-s we gon slide on you like a f-cking sled
gang
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