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jay villain, davidtherapper - somethin' lyrics

{intro: jay villain}
i feel like drizzy n-gga six god (god)
i’m a king big boss rick ross (ross)
makin’ moves rucker park, hot sauce (hot sauce)
2 chains on my neck cold sauce

{verse 1: jay villain}
got the purple rag on, no saints row sh-t
fake n-gga claim the game, need to sit down b-tch (b-tch)
got the clip in my mag i gotta shoot it
three pointer little n-gga gotta pull it (i’m pull up)
n-ggas thinkin’ that i’m lost, ya’ll are stupid
b-tches calling on my phone, n-gga who this? (who this?)
you put that glock in my face you better pull it (you better pull it)
you got no heart lil n-gga you a p-ssy
sellin’ sh-t n-gga thought it was a market (market)
c-ck it back, n-gga you a target
hagel boy with this sh-t, we the largest (largest)
i took your b-tch, back it up, then she park it (skrrr)
oh my god, oh my god
i really got the juice i got the sauce (sauce)
please don’t let me catch a f-cking charge (charge)
all my n-ggas gonna play they f-ckin’ part (yes they is)
yeah, who the man now? (man now)
aimin’ at ya partner, that’s a man down
beat the p-ssy up like i’m pacquiao (pacquiao)
money on a head, takin’ aim now
yeah, look around
my n-ggas here never play around (yeah)
silencer, never make a sound
in ya house, lay your face down (lay it down)
you better not make a f-ckin’ sound (shhh)

{bridge: jay villain}
i think i’m on to somethin’
you want smoke or somethin’
you better say or somethin’
she gonna bust it wide open (yes she is)
she gonna show me what’s poppin’ (what’s poppin’)
she gonna be dancing down the pole
she gonna crack it up some more

{verse 2: davidtherapper}
haters stay the same (yeah)
money never change (yeah)
point blank range, dead n-gga when i aim (bow)
we be digging graves (yeah)
i be getting paid (aye)
purple rag on we the hagel gang (gang gang gang)
messin’ with the profit, i’ma have to off him
f-ck on his b-tch, one up, then we rob him
jay got the ice ice
drippin’ like it’s sprite sprite
all you n-ggas mice mice
smack her if it not right, yeah
i be on some death row sh-t
i mean 2pac and big on some gangsta sh-t
three six, gum springs, no finger prints
n-gga, if you f-ck around then you might get hit
zip up the body in the duffel bag (peace)
rest in peace x, f-ck the louis bag (pray)
prayin’ for my n-ggas that had gone dead (peace)
red roses with a black hat (pray)
walkin’ with the crown
walkin’ with the crown, b-tches dance around now
senorita pull me back, hold her back down
n-ggas sneak dissin’ till i put em’ on loud, yeah
hagel boys, hagel gang, we the new wave b-tch
i mean jay got the ice, we in va b-tch
i mean when i call the gang this a whole new shift
i mean seven, four, five, we done reshaped it

{outro: davidtherapper}
hagel gang
david the rapper
jay villain
hagel boy productions

- jay villain davidtherapper lyrics

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