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ji beats – fine wit dat (ft. yung deco) lyrics

[ji beats]
god d+mn i’m smoking hillard pack
deco rolling woods back to back having asthma attacks
got so many hoes i can pick and choose off the rack
yeah you can have my old hoe, yeah i’m fine with that
brain so good almost had a d+mn heart attack
b+tch ate the d+ck like god d+mn shark attack
god d+mn i smoke more than wiz khalifa
b+tch head game so fire i had to nickname her sativa
this chop got big titties like a mothaf+ckin’ diva
b+tch slid in my dm’s but i had to cut her off
n+gga think he was tough, i could tell that he soft
b+tch take your shoes off, no dirtying my loft
i be swerving in & out these lanes, d+mn you can’t stop me
by the way he hold that gun i can tell he shoot sloppy
b+tch begging for the d+ck, i told her just top me
i’m still waiting for my f+cking opps to comе drop me
they don’t wanna do it n+gga, they don’t wanna takе a risk
sometimes you gotta take a chance to ice out your wrist
sometimes you gotta take that chance to get a bad b+tch
what i’m smoking on? hillard pack, you rolling cabbage
b+tch asked do i miss her? huh, maybe a tad bit
but you gon’ have to try to upgrade cuz you still average
i got my own car and crib, god d+mn i’m really having it
disappeared on that lil b+tch like a magic trick
just got a text like, d+mn where’d you go?
had to go & get some money, had to go & hit the road
i can serve you a pack and a bowl in 1 load
if you ain’t got no bands for me b+tch you can go
i told that b+tch you can leave
just spread some bands out you can call that a sleeve
just spent $300 on some d+mn purple jeans
god d+mn i’m fresh as a b+tch, my fit too clean
you can’t afford what i wear
when i hop out the car these b+tches stop and stare
n+gga reach for a chain, huh, don’t you dare
my n+gga pull up broad day and shoot you there
[yung deco]
off white drip, i be fresh as h+ll (b+tch)
dior my cologne, can’t you tell? (can’t you smell?)
my granny said i’m going to h+ll, i’m the devil
tell em bury me with them racks in a all gold shovel
juice lord rock designer, yeah that’s heavy metal
juice lord build a b+tch like j+pedo
rolling woods, i’ll smoke a whole forest
b+tch my life a movie like chuck norris
i be in cali more than a tourist
b+tch i’m a texas n+gga rockin’ shirts from europe
god d+mn, drip so fantastic
hopped out, jugged a n+gga like ‘dag nab it’
take a picture lil b+tch yeah this fit magnificent
diamonds different colors, but i ain’t g+y like thugnificent
n+gga play, he gon’ lay up in the wilderness
all up in that b+tch throat is where my children is
juice lord stand on biz, yeah the businesses
juice lord stand on biz, i’m a business man
b+tch said she don’t like me but she follow me on instagram
juice lord blow racks, ceiling fan
juice lord blow racks, get em back, so i don’t give a d+mn
wrist hitting, god d+mn

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