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jay loud – i admit lyrics

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[chorus]
b+tch i admit, yeah i’m a flunky
don’t give a f+ck, b+tch i’m gettin’ that money
i see they plottin’ but won’t take it from me
don’t say it’s smoke, that’s gon’ get you put under

[post+chorus]
hop in my bag, don’t give a f+ck
had to get back, f+ck, i let it bust
we like the cable, i’m gettin’ it cut
f+ck it, bust with that heat if you don’t wanna stuff

[verse 1]
n+gga, i started from bottom, now i’m on the top
how did i make it and i’m gonna rock
i kept my patience, it earned me a spot
now i’m makin’ hits and i’m countin’ this guap
you don’t want smoke with me, put that on god
i really come from this side
he don’t want smoke with the gods
put that on me, b+tch they all down to ride

[chorus]
b+tch i admit, yeah i’m a flunky
don’t give a f+ck ’cause i’m still gettin’ money
i see ’em plottin’ but won’t take it from me
don’t say it’s smoke, that’s gon’ get you put under, yeah
[verse 2]
you think it’s too [?]
we make it rain on your block
watch me slide with that stick and hop out
he in the mud, that’s another man down
keep that ratchet and i keep that loud
keep on cappin’, get hit with the round
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck who you is
b+tch, we still get [?] hit on your gl!ck
i’m in the city, i keep me a stick
not in my city, i keep me a b+tch
i know she f+ck with me, got keys to her whip
i just give her that d+ck when she need a fix

[bridge]
b+tch i admit, yeah i’m a flunky
don’t give a f+ck, no, ’cause i’m gettin’ money
i see they plottin’ but they won’t take nothin’
don’t say it’s smoke, that’s gon’ get you put under

[chorus]
b+tch i admit, yeah i’m a flunky
don’t give a f+ck, b+tch i’m gettin’ that money
i see they plottin’ but won’t take it from me
don’t say it’s smoke, that’s gon’ get you put under
[post+chorus]
hop in my bag, don’t give a f+ck
had to get back, f+ck, i let it bust
we like the cable, i’m gettin’ it cut
f+ck it, bust with that heat if you don’t wanna stuff, yeah

[verse 3]
i’m getting class
gotta thank god, it’s a blessin’
i don’t gotta send ’em more bags
i was nickel and dime and distressed
b+tch, i’m the superman, super breezy
i gotta stack them bands for the vision
i gotta stack until it hit the ceilin’
i just can’t stomach the thought and the feelin’, yeah



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