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jj soyke - back on this lyrics

[verse]
know it’s a movie i’m running this game
this p-ssy is talking, he tucking his chain
imma just run up i’m leaving a stain
if he talking sh-t, imma blow off his brain
you is a waste, hoe, stay in your lane like
you is a waste, how, stay in your line
i got some partners who k!llers, got blood on my name
i f-ck on your b-tch and i c-m on her face
got louboutins, talking blood on my trace
and i’m k!lling this — and i go on a race
mixing the xan and the sprite to the face
you is not bout it, hoe, you is a waste
i got some shooters would love opportunities
sn-tching your money and all of your jewelry
this is my life, man, this is not new to me
i am not with all this capping and foolery
i know that mothers offended they talking bout suing me
talking this slime sh-t, i’m on that jubilee
i got the mob ties, i got immunity
keep it a stack, it’s in my suvi jeans
talk on my mans, we hit you with cruelty
counting the checks with the gang and we sipping on black and we talk about times of fortuity, aye
leave red on the window leave red on the carpet
red dot is accurate, hitting the target
look at your b-tch, she flat like apartments
saying you shooting you sounding retarted
if you want smoke, let’s get that sh-t started
off of this planet know i am a martian
i don’t wear vests, but i am a spartan
717, man why that sh-t parted
i got a old head, his eye lazy
i got a shooter, his finger is shaky
i got a bad b-tch, her name daisy
she want a bag, i bought a vacation
stack up the money i feel like a mason
all white shoes, feel like a racist
if he talk hot, his blood on the pavement
your gang love investigations
i cannot fathom this sh-t, you really rapping bout packing a stick
i just stay to the face stacking my bricks
i am not with all that capping and sh-t
sneaking and dissing and rapping and sh-t
sending these threats on a snapchat fl!ck
we come to your door and we blast that sh-t
walk in the club with the baddest of b-tch
i got a stick and i’m feeling this sh-t
not talking bout jerking i’m rubbing my bl!ck
i keep it a hundred i f-ck on your b-tch
smoking a black while she suck on my d-ck
your b-tch —- man my b-tch thick
i’m bagging this chick while i’m k!lling these opps and i’m smacking my lips
717 i’m back in this b-tch
i’m one cracker i’m salty, ritz

[outro]
b-tch, aye
aye, shouts out rod shouts out zion
shouts out tay-k shouts out nathan man
shouts out aidan
know how we coming, man
f-ck it man
shout out jd, man
shout out andy, shout out angel, shoutout ncm angel
f-ck this sh-t shout out jozo

- jj soyke lyrics

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