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jayvo - temper lyrics

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i had to get it, i count me a check, water the wrist, got me dripping like wet, i had to run it, i got my a bag, they try to test me, i took it
and laughed

on the scene, i was acting real cool, these n-ggas shady,they acting a fool, i was that n-ggas, i carried the tool, my n-ggas with me, they carried them tools

i kept it so real, i recognize game, can’t f-ck with these n-ggas
i swear that they lame, don’t talk to these b-tches, i stayed in my lane, smokin that sh-t, got me high like a plane

chasing that paper, i stay on that grind, was moving so fast, i wasn’t wasting no time, shoutout my brothers, we bleeding like slime, forever my baby, i copped me a dime

and i was out on the rode, i was stuck in whole, but i ain’t stuck no more, pouring the drink in tha foam, bad b-tches, keep callin my phone, i tell them just leave me alone, but i got the heart of a stone

these n-ggas talking down, they ready to lose, my n-ggas they down, we the ready to shoot, hurt one of my brothers, i swea that you screwed, dont hang with no goof, that n-gga be fuuu, p-ssy taste good so i eat like food, always winning, like what is a lose
,y’all steady sleeping, like pressing the snooze, but just stay to yoself, you never be fool

chasing that bread….i was moving so fast….n-ggas be hating….like why is you mad……riding with rage…..with the the pump in back….save all that drama…. that sh-t p-ss….posted real deep….but that sh-t never last…..f-cking withus….like n-gga we crash……all about business…i be straight to the cash….just wait till i make it…..i’m gone in a flash….

my temper be real bad n-gga……too houston … too trill -ss n-gga…i only hang with real -ss n-ggas…..if he plotting…..we k!ll that n-gga…….i’m on top like a hill my n-gga…..you ain’t bout it……you quill my n-gga…..be a 100 …..be real my n-gga……or just get pop like a pill my n-gga

and i was out on the rode…..i was stuck in whole…..but i ain’t stuck no more……pouring the drink in tha foam…..bad b-tches….keep callin my phone…..i tell them just leave me alone…..but i got the heart of a stone……

i keep it lowkey……cause im always in tock……n-ggas start shootin…..so i cope me glock……walk in the club…..with a knife in my sock……can’t f-ck with no 12…..cause they put us on locks…..you make a mistake……you go straight to the box….could never switch up…….im allergic to oops…..feenin money….when it come to guwap…..when n-ggas get hungry…..they back on the block

struggle real hard….i was losing my mind….in it real deep….i was doing the crimes…..i’m back on my feet……and i’m ready to shine…..my family starving……so it’s time to grind…..watch how you move…..or get from behind…..these n-ggas be actin….these hoes be lyin…..close to the semi….that b-tch get to flying….

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