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jaydayoungan - no hook lyrics

[intro: jaydayoungan]
man y’all know what the f-ck it was before it even started
2 times
ruffwayy on gang
the real jumpman 23 sh-t

[verse 1: jaydayoungan]
young n-gg-
i was born to go and get the cake
18 years old i was born to make a way
lil n-gg-
but there’s plenty sh-t stay on my plate
every night i gotta grind and see a better day
ain’t n-body perfect but i just wanna be great
chew a perc and sip the lean and then i meditate
twist the leaf and light the green and now i’m outer sp-ce
ain’t no more room in my circle sh-t i’m outta sp-ce
ain’t no remorse for a p-ssy if he tryna play
famous gon leave him where he stay soon as he squeeze the k
and that’s some for you gotta go b-tch you go meet the grave
just praying for my dawg hoping that he beat the case
look at the blunt when i hit it like this sh-t might be laced
the way i’m strapped up with them d-cks they say he might be g-y
k!ll all 6 with the stick and this b-tch can slice yo waist
or use the .44 bulldog when this b-tch bite yo face

(ughh)

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
i’m like you must wanna lose your life today
load up them pistols with extendos then remove the license plate
whip down with the cutta make it studder you die right away
cancel any witness just so i won’t have to fight the case
gamble with yo life don’t die tonight yeah that’s the price you pay
sipping on that lean looking mean ain’t got sh-t nice to say
(ugh)
(ugh)
i said sipping on that lean looking mean ain’t got sh-t nice to say

[verse 3: jaydayoungan]
growin up in that south i had to go out and hustle
shon my brother i love him came from the same struggle
i walk some long miles me and famous just tryna bubble
i cry so many nights i shed some tears can fill a puddle
my heart turned cold like the freezer swear the sh-t made me tougher
ain’t tryna go back to trapping on the block serving b-tter
yeah i got people counting on me i can’t let em suffer
it’s only right i grind hard to take care of my mother

(ugh)

[verse 4: jaydayoungan]
cutta with a stomach where the bottom at
gotta lotta money and i really know ain’t how to act
don’t cross that line p-ssy b-tch we gotta lotta straps
ain’t hitting at yo legs b-tch we focused on where yo collar at
b-tch you go needa pamper since yo -ss been talking sh-t
ima turn you into a dancer glock burn like a pot of grits
know i ain’t got no handles but i don’t know how to miss
they go think i had a camera how i’m shooting at yo sh-t

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