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jj dgaf - sip all day lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
and i’ma sip all day out my styrofoam cup (uh, uh, uh, marty said, “keep goin’ crazy”)
jj dgaf (uh, uh, uh)
jj don’t give a f+ck
don’t give two f+cks at that
(uh, uh)

[chorus]
sip all day out my styrofoam cup (yeah)
they know when to play, so, p+ssy+n+gga, don’t try to test your luck
i put the beam up on the k, i’m tryna slime me a duck
“hey, hold on, wait
jj, wait,” no, f+ck that, shoot that b+tch up (yeah)
tryna eliminate his face, f+ck the cold case, n+gga (n+gga)
run down, get close, don’t leave no sp+ce (boom, boom)
put some holes in that n+gga
one, two, three, four bodies got gone, so i tote me a pistol
because they wanna see me dead, but i wan’ see myself on (yeah)

[verse 1]
i’m hoppin’ out and i’m clean
yeah, i smell straight like cologne (likе cologne)
jj been ruth’, we swing the stick, hе tryna send a ho home
boom, who is that in my home? (that in my home)
like, p+ssy, fah to the dome (bah)
just ’cause they won’t let me ‘lone, i’m pullin’ up to your home (there he go, get out)
and after, baby, he gon’ get a bottle
rock him to my song
know they keep slippin’ on pickin’ and i’m tryna get one of them gone
i just put twenty on his head (head), that’s a hit through my phone
the man of steel, i can’t leave the house without totin’ my chrome (totin’ my chrome)
they gon’ need his finger to identify him ’cause they can’t see his face (they can’t see his face)
we shot the b+tch with the k
claim that he hard but he break (but he break)
ayy, game over
n+gga, you over, got the boy ‘liminated (‘liminated)
she wan’ come over every hour, i tell her, “come here late”
shoutout yb, i’m not yb
lil’ b+tch, we call me jj (boom, boom)
don’t send no n+gga put your group, i might just f+ck up his face (f+ck up his face)
that’s dbg, murder gang, might catch another case
break inside of this home (who the f+ck in here?), gravedigger takin’ everything out his place
“p+ssy+n+gga, spin back,” tryna eat his face
i say i’m all about my b’s
tell lil’ bro, “give him drugs, make sure they laced”
some sh+t’ll make your body freeze
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m on that sh+t, n+gga
you done k!lled them up in t’s
n+gga, i been pressure all my life
i don’t need weed ’cause, n+gga, i’m just finna
[chorus]
sip all day out my styrofoam cup (yeah)
they know when to play, so, p+ssy+n+gga, don’t try to test your luck

[verse 2]
i’ll put a switch on back that glock, i’m tryna slime me a duck
i point the .45 at his face, since he keep thinkin’ he tough
i hit him up with that rocket
he was soft, blood, i caught him (yeah)
a n+gga still d+gg+n’ bodies (yeah)
say that it’s up, we go slidin’ (yeah)
i’m tryna knock a n+gga dreads out (boom, boom)
we don’t do no leg shot
d+gg+n’ sh+t, like top say, “hit him with that green dot”
i sip codeine like crazy
my brother, tay, be sellin’ dispose, come get your favorite, hm (your favorite)
lil’ bro, he gon’ throw a x it back and do his zombie walk, he crazy (zombie walk, he crazy)
i be f+ckin’ my girl crazy, i’m like, “mm, just have my baby” (crazy, i’m like)
kin, it don’t mean sh+t, they know that loyal come in first (loyal come in first)
his k!ller joined a gang
n+gga, go and catch him, murk him (murk)
i’m tryna face the b+tch, flip the b+tch, put his face on front that shirt (on front this shirt)
dbg, dyin’ ’bout green, ’bout that green, we go and lurk (we go and lurk)

[chorus]
sip all day out my styrofoam cup (yeah, yeah, yeah)
they know when to play, so, p+ssy+n+gga, don’t try to test your luck (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i put the beam up on the k, i’m tryna slime me a duck
“hey, hold on, wait
jj, wait,” no, f+ck that, shoot that b+tch up (yeah)
tryna eliminate his face, f+ck the cold case, n+gga (yeah)
run down, get close, don’t leave no sp+ce (boom, boom, boom)
put some holes in that n+gga
one, two, three, four bodies got gone, so i tote me a pistol (yeah, yeah, yeah)
because they wanna see me dead, but i wan’ see myself bigger (yeah), yeah
[outro]
yeah, we leave sh+t dead
dbg, die ’bout green, leave straight blood inside the street
lil’ n+gga, step one, step two, watch how lil’ bro creep (step two)
and if he tryna join the gang, you better put somethin’ on a t, b+tch (put somethin’ on a t, b+tch)

- jj dgaf lyrics

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