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jais - average lyrics

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gorilla grip tight it could even shoot a uzi
got good coochie make a n+gga buy a bui
certified hood but the p+ssy really boujie
yo n+gga said i love you and i told him i ain’t lucy

i make these b+tches mad like a ring why you moody
is it cus i got some double d bags and a booty
he said he wanna eat so i said yours truly
you fake chain wearin ass n+ggas ain’t nudy

mad b+tch
sad b+tch
hope you know i’m glad b+tch
even in yo mamas womb you was still an average

mad b+tch
sad b+tch
uh
ever since yo mamas womb you been an average

i make em drop on the block like a n+gga said shots
big b+tch with a tude and they be callin it hot
under dressed at the club cus i don’t carry a mop
no perc but+ this +still+ gonе+ pop ay

you f+cked that n+gga now you payin for the plan b
my n+gga f+ck me thеn he wipe me like a baby
type of p+ssy that will make a n+gga crazy
gotta sign the nda you n+ggas won’t shade me
i got them big bands
sellin hoes just like the white man
if she talkin sh+t hit ha wit the grand slam
n+gga stuck to the p+ssy need some d+mn pam
prolly cus i let him hit it like bam bam

gotta lot rich n+ggas with my number in their phone
half of em be bitter cus i never let em bone
you can leave that pimpin sh+t to them itty bitty hoes
ain’t never need my knees when it comes to these clothes

i’m getting to the money , f+ck a friend f+ck a foe
throw in that b+tch bet i win toe to toe
just blew on a bag , pimped a b+tch here’s some mo
life gone be crazy when all my sh+t blow

yea b+tch, i’m going up b+tch
f+ck you hoes

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