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jay critch - no handouts lyrics

(nicke on the track)

[intro: jay critch]
hey!
talk money gang, 30 gang
aye, jay critch hood fav
(hey!)

[chorus: jay critch]
my n-gg-s doing they thang
duckin’ police and the search warrants (and the search warrants)
might pull up in some designer
you ain’t see these, gotta search for it (gotta search for it)
these rappers ridin, the wave
b-tches on d-ck like a surfboard (like a surfboard)
you know i gotta get paid
ice on my neck cause i worked for it (cause i worked for it)
money talking fit in the lamb now (skr)
they gon’ try to fit in imma stand out (skr skr)
n-gg-s come around askin’ for handouts (for handouts)
what you did when my pockets was man down (when i was broke)
boy you funny you act like my mans now (no)
she was frontin’ but look she a fan now (no)
then we start jugging we get to the bands now
cooking up like i’m bringing a pan out

[verse 1: jay critch]
(hey!)
they dont want problems with me
hit a jug, yeah i’m shopping for free (jug)
me and damii smoking out of the p (dami)
say you real, but n-body agree (hey!)
it gon’ be jumping like it’s on tv
i gotta stay with a bean (plow plow)
told her don’t call me, i ain’t trying to speak
hit me when they saw the green
new faces, got me like “who are these n-gg-s and why they around?” (who are these n-gg-s)
blue faces, i got a stack to the ceiling that start from the ground
in the coupe racing, i might pull up on your b-tch (skr)
dropping the top down (skr skr)
n-gg-s pocket watching what i got now (pocket watching)
had some light sh-t, got a lot now (hey!)

[chorus: jay critch]
my n-gg-s doing they thang
duckin’ police and the search warrants (and the search warrants)
might pull up in some designer
you ain’t see these, gotta search for it (gotta search for it)
these rappers riding, the wave
b-tches on d-ck like a surfboard (like a surfboard)
you know i gotta get paid
ice on my neck cause i worked for it (cause i worked for it)
money talking fit in the lamb now (skr)
they gon’ try to fit in imma stand out (skr skr)
n-gg-s come around askin’ for handouts (for handouts)
what you did when my pockets was man down (when i was broke)
boy you funny you act like my mans now (no)
she was frontin’ but look she a fan now (no)
then we start jugging we get to the bands now (hey!)
cooking up like i’m bringing a pan out (jug, jug)

[verse 2: damii]
i’m talking money not rappin’ (no)
i need the cash gotta have it (gotta have it)
likin’ the d-ck she can’t snap it (snap it)
walk down the ave see the addicts (addict)
[?] was smilin’ and laughin’ (laughin’)
88 sponsors like magic (d-mn)
gotta stay out the gym cause there’s traffic
[?] sh-t is tragic
[?] move p-ss it
og and cookies sh-t hittin’ (hittin)
[?] look like it’s lipton (lipton)
[?] to the loot now she trippin’
said she can’t prefer school now she strippin’ (yeah)
do what you do that’s your business (yeah)
throwin’ ones got a 280 tippin’ (boss)
my n-gg-s talk money you listenin’

[chorus]
my n-gg-s doing they thang
duckin’ police and the search warrants
might pull up in some designer
you ain’t see these, gotta search for it
these rappers riding the wave
b-tches on d-ck like a surfboard
you know i gotta get paid
ice on my neck cause i worked for it
money talking fit in the lamb now
they gon’ try to fit in imma stand out
n-gg-s come around askin’ for handouts
what you did when my pockets was man down
boy you funny you act like my mans now
she was frontin’ but look she a fan now
then we start jugging we get to the bands now
cooking up like i’m bringing a pan out

[verse 3: vendetta]
i just got a pint of the tech
take off, get high like nasa (get high)
i don’t want that b-tch you can have her (you can have that b-tch)
smoke strong, gotta flex throwin’ 50s (gotta flex)
and i’m all in her mouth like a dentist
kick back then i ball like alonzo
rollin’ with a paper and a frontal
sit back hit a b-tch with a combo
and i gotta play the b-tch like a console
she be suckin’ on my d-ck in the condo
pr-nto, hit a lick get the guap though
no vegan i’m all about green
get that money, i stack with my team
my n-gg- you sippin’ the clean
goyard the belt on my jeans
maison margiela the feet
and i gotta eat (i gotta eat)

[chorus]
my n-gg-s doing they thang
duckin’ police and the search warrants
might pull up in some designer
you ain’t see these, gotta search for it
these rappers riding the wave
b-tches on d-ck like a surfboard
you know i gotta get paid
ice on my neck cause i worked for it
money talking fit in the lamb now
they gon’ try to fit in, i’ma stand out
n-gg-s come around askin’ for handouts
what you did when my pockets was man down
boy you funny you act like my mans now
she was frontin’ but look she a fan now
then we start jugging we get to the bands now
cooking up like i’m bringing a pan out

- jay critch lyrics

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