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je; adot - #we #not #losing!!! lyrics

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[intro: je; adot]
grrah, grrah

[verse 1: je; adot & xilytez]
get back gang, not sit back gang
we are not losing
talk on the net and it’s getting confusing
she on my bod’ and i think it’s amusing

he on my shordy and he gon’ die
fetty, you can get shot in the eye
ready, takes on call and we slide
suck my d+ck, got me feeling like kai
gang
yeah

giving me brain, i’m feeling amused
giving me brain, i’m feeling so cool
not talking drip, i’m talking ’bout fire
giving me brain, i know she a liar

talk to the music, i’m talking ’bout me
talk on her game, i’m giving her deep
coughed up, yeah, ’cause you know that’s on me
not talking cops, i’m talking ’bout gs

not talking f+nny’s, i’m talking ’bout packs
talking bout packs, ’cause you know i’m not wack
now passing it on ’cause you know that was wack
i’m just playing, you know that was cap

[verse 2: je; adot]
i’m just playing, this ain’t on no wack sh+t
pull out the .40 and i might just blast it
she give mе head and i’m feeling fantastic
he on my body, that n+gga a+

touch my shordy and you gon’ be dеady
shanks out, they got me feeling like cetti
baker, ’cause the way i’m getting bready
‘ootas pop out, turn you to confetti
turn to a demon, i put on my shiesty
i’m with your shordy, she getting mad feisty
she on my body, i think that she like me
i got a gun so please, don’t fight me

i got a gun so like, what you gon’ do?
hang out the v, and i shoot with the deuce
gun to the brain, he gon’ turn to a fool
he seen the deuce, he don’t know what to do

[verse 3: je; adot]
like what? what is y’all on?
she on my body, she singing my song
i got your shordy, she wearing a thong
i’m in her dreams, like bing bong

she let me pound, like king kong
she know i’m on timing
stop with the rapping, you not with the rhyming
he on my block, that boy need to sign in

don’t run, don’t go
out of my way, you mess with my flow
call up my ‘oota, he not for show
he ‘ooting at people he don’t even know
he tried to run and we shot at his toe
made him pick up the pace
he kept looking, got shot in his face
call up my ‘oota, he leaving no trace

[verse 3: je; adot]
i need a bad shordy like milana
he think he hot so we send him a sauna
call up my oota he not with the drama



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