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jg dooit - tag team lyrics

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[intro]
c-d-o-t man
aye(3x)
it’s jg n-gg- dooit with the 2 o’s n-gg-s know i f-ck 2 hoes n-gg-
it’s time to f-ck the streets up
aye(2x)
honcho honcho honcho honcho
c-d-o-t man
you already know what the f-ck goin’ on man

cdot honcho [verse 1]
steady f-cking that check up
pick up that tech up
223. eating your vest up
these b-tches be set up
i tell ‘em i’m busy if i cannot slide with a glizzy
blue hundreds be keeping me busy
i run through and f-ck it off
get it back f-ck it off
with some n-gg-s
wit’ me and i risk it all, pull up i send folk, sit back and chill it off

jg dooit [verse 2]
all i really want is a big roll
b-tch i’ve been that n-gg- since n-gg-s wore big clothes
try to take something like kinfolk
can get your -ss stretched out just like a limo
i don’t have no racks with no bimbo
because i’m gon’ pull up and pop like a pimple
i’m tryna get some head in the benzo
give me a buzz and i’ll fall off like spinzo

cdot honcho [verse 3]
hop out do the dash in the new audi
n-gg- pull up and this uzi got 2 bodies
and that hit me i swear that’s not two hotties
hop in that b-tch doing scotty-not-2-hotty
tryna keep up with me then your -ss going broke
i’m dropping a note on my coat
i be high off the weed and the drank watchu think i walk out the bank with a tote
run up your crib with a rope
tie up your kids, yea i give her a bow
b-tch, fo’nem be riding with scopes
some make a call and they’ll split you in four (aye)
why they hate me? i don’t know why
you in the bottom, like smokey i’m so high
gang in this b-tch, who is those guys?
come over here so you’ll body this .45

jg dooit [verse 4]
me, your b-tch, and my diamonds be cooling
like phil jackson do b-tch i hang with the shooters
like phil jackson do b-tch i hang with the ballers
yea, i get her number don’t call her
just met a new b-tch when i f-ck on the rover don’t know where she from i think she from new orleans
ima ask for her name in the morning
i hang with the trap n-gg-s when i’m in georgia
this black b-tch, i’m with a puerto rican
got some head from that b-tch it was h-lla easy
i’m a trap n-gg- like jeezy
t-walk p-ss police while we smoking and drinking
soon as your reaching fo’nem get to squeezing, you leaking out with the tweaking
i flex on a b-tch and a n-gg-
them racks like a hemi help me f-ck quicker

cdot honcho [verse 5]
a n-gg- so far from the average
b-tch i be balling i should be a maverick
any problem pop up and we handle it
pull up your sh-t turn your -ss to a mannequin
nail in the coffin i hammer it
b-tch on my line i don’t answer it
air out your whip, yours is shattering
hundred round sweep to your hood and they scattering

jg dooit [verse 6]
cdot in your hood and they scattering
threw shots at your body and damage it
i jug a n-gg- on vanish sh-t link up
f-ck up tall like i’m wrestling
appointment with yo’ b-tch i cancel it
them forgi’s on my whip is staggering
them checks i be cashing
them hoes i be f-cking and p-ssin’ ’em
aye (aye)



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