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jay critch - pc lyrics

[intro]
(never make the honor roll)
ayy, ayy
(got a bankroll, i ain’t make the, ayy)
ayy
talk money gang, n+gga (got a bankroll, i ain’t never make the honor roll)
30
(got a bankroll, i ain’t, ayy)
hood fav’

[chorus]
got a bankroll, i ain’t never make the honor roll
it’s my time to shine, i told that b+tch that it’s her time to go
if they lock me up, then i’ll be lying to your honor though
i got stripper hoes and the shooters got all kind of poles
if they wet you up, it ain’t fiji
direct deposit touched down in my td
when she see me backing out the foreign, she like, “me, me”
then she got upset because her friend wanted to eat me
and when they see you eating, broke n+ggas like pc

[verse]
i know n+ggas capping, they like, “you gotta believe me”
i send out the package, brodie in the field receiving
n+gga, for them rackies, have you fighting with some demons
but it ain’t no fighting, they gon’ up it and delete ’em (30)
hit that boy with arrows
n+gga, f+ck a pint, we pouring lean up by the barrel
bad b+tch in chicago, she got more chicken than harold (bad b+tch in chiraq)
bad b+tch in chicago ride the d+ck like a bull
i swear she always hungry, eat the d+ck ’til she full
think i signed with lil baby, i got four pockets full
think a n+gga born in houston, i got more rockets
huh, 30s at your door with choppers and they won’t knock it
and my brodie still up in the trap, gotta go clock it
i swear that he p+ssy, he act tough ’cause the hoes watching
i swear i could outshine these n+ggas wearing no watches
silly n+ggas worry ’bout my bag, tell ’em don’t watch it
think i’m from j+pan how i hold chopsticks
‘member had to go out and finesse, i had no options
‘member when that back door was open, had to go lock it
i got a new baddie, old b+tch say i’m so toxic
one up in that head, so i won’t c+ck it
old enemies and some new oppies
n+gga worth a check, i can’t move sloppy
i got bougie hoes, but they too sloppy
i’ma start the wave and let you copy
bullets like a wave, hit like tsunami
[chorus]
got a bankroll, i ain’t never make the honor roll
it’s my time to shine, i told that b+tch that it’s her time to go
if they lock me up, then i’ll be lying to your honor though
i got stripper hoes and the shooters got all kind of poles
if they wet you up, it ain’t fiji
direct deposit touched down in my td
when she see me backing out the foreign, she like, “me, me”
then she got upset because her friend wanted to eat me
and when they see you eating, broke n+ggas like pc

[outro]
never make the honor roll
got a bankroll, i ain’t make the, ayy
got a bankroll, i ain’t never make the honor roll
got a bankroll, i ain’t, ayy

- jay critch lyrics

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