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jay fizzle - atmosphere lyrics

[intro]
(one way mafia) yeah, yeah
big grape
(sosa 808, got this beat knockin’ n+gga, ayy)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
le’go
i keep the k with me, yeah that b+tch stay with me
two chains on my neck, man this sh+t cost a 80 piece
don’t f+ck with rappers ’cause i know they hate on me
he say he gang, but i know he a wannabe
bag on his head, get that f+ck n+gga out of here
send the boy up to a whole another atmosphere
you know i’m hot but this ice on me cold
play with that wipe, ain’t playin’ with my nose
racks in my jeans, got my pockets on swole
glock on my hip, ho i stay with that pole

[verse]
me and twin, b+tch n+gga, you know what i’m throwin’
break on a ho when you see me with my hand down
ice on my neck make a lil’ n+gga standout
lil’ n+gga play’ swear to god, it’s a man down
fresh out the trap, yeah i brought all them bands out
gangster on yo’ block like a motherf+ckin’ blue route
yeah b, i’m posted with all my chains out
let n+gga play with me, he gon’ die today
knock off his head, man, we aim at his taupe
young n+gga hit his block up in that musing
these n+ggas b+tches, these rappers be too g+y
don’t need a feature, man, these rappers be too lame
40k on my wrist, f+ck on a n+gga b+tch
i do the sh+t he wish, young n+gga havin’ sh+t
f+ck it, i might blow a dub on a pinky ring
paper route taliban, we won a championship
these n+ggas jumpin’ sh+t, stop all that suckin’ d+ck
jumpin’ from clique to clique, leave that sh+t for the b+tch
tryna get filthy rich, drivin’ all type of sh+t
i buy my kids everything up on they christmas list
chain on me boxin’, yeah yeah
that watch on me rocky, yeah yeah
my ho call me toxic, yeah, yeah
i’m smokin’ exotic, yeah yeah
young n+gga poppin’ yeah yeah
my glock hold the roxy, yeah yeah
my lil’ n+ggas watchin’, yeah yeah
come sn+tch out they pockets, yeah yeah
[chorus]
le’go
i keep the k with me, yeah that b+tch stay with me
two chains on my neck, man this sh+t cost a 80 piece
don’t f+ck with rappers ’cause i know they hate on me
he say he gang, but i know he a wannabe
bag on his head, get that f+ck n+gga out of here
send the boy up to a whole another atmosphere
you know i’m hot but this ice on me cold
play with that wipe, ain’t playin’ with my nose
racks in my jeans, got my pockets on swole
glock on my hip, ho i stay with that pole

- jay fizzle lyrics

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