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jperk - our way lyrics

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[intro]
oh+oh
oh+oh
(jully gon’ shake up the room)

[chorus]
n+gga, see you in them trenches, only time that he gon’ smile (that he gon’ smile)
n+gga a k!ll you in front yo’ people, don’t give a f+ck in front yo’ child (in front yo’ child)
man, this street sh+t be so stupid, see yo’ brother at yo’ trial (at yo’ trial)
man, this street sh+t be so wild, i had a thousand a thousand times (this sh+t be wild)

[verse 1]
i ain’t do sh+t for my hood, but i did sh+t to it
phone ringin’, i gotta play, i’m in the studio, make my b+tch do it
got a plan, better stick to it
gti, all the opps know i get to it
jperk got that drill music
all the opps, they gon’ get k!lled to it (they gon’ get k!lled to it)
switch it up
b+tch, i got that trap music, you can mix it up (you can go and mix it up)
old heads try to put me on some game, so i just listen up (f+ck you n+ggas)
n+ggas know who run sh+t, i told these f+ck n+ggas don’t get twisted up
send my low on some sneaky sh+t
my brothers comin’, they glizzy’d up (boom+boom+boom)
(jully gon’ shake up the room)
n+ggas know we havin’ sh+t our way
we was trappin’ out of them hallways (out of them hallways)
n+gga got smoked broad day
this k!llaware, not parkway (k!llaware, not parkway)
give a f+ck what the law say
i’ma get mine, move around them people, i’ma go the hard way (i’ma go the hard way)
all night and all day (all night and all day)
you a trapper or a shooter, you can’t balance it (you can’t balance it)
get money while you losin’ n+ggas can’t control it, you can’t manage it (you better manage it)
.45, we done had the sh+ts
gotta keep the .9
.30 with extended clips (extended clips)
ar in the crib (boom+boom+boom)
’cause we can’t stand with it
i got bands in it (brr, boom)
[chorus]
n+gga, see you in them trenches, only time that he gon’ smile (that he gon’ smile)
n+gga a k!ll you in front yo’ people, don’t give a f+ck in front yo’ child (in front yo’ child)
man, this street sh+t be so stupid, see yo’ brother at yo’ trial (at yo’ trial)
man, this street sh+t be so wild, i had a thousand a thousand times (this sh+t be wild)
(jully gon’ shake up the room)

[verse 2]
rappin’ so hard, got ’em confused if i signed a deal or not
my uncle be so high, got me confused if he off pills or rocks (pills or rocks)
them drugs will make you steal a lot (oh)
that’s why they need pills to rob
sip slow, you can feel the wock (you can feel the wock)
you a ho, you gon’ k!ll or not?
is you real or not? (p+ssy)
i get paid by my fans, this ain’t no trap money (this ain’t no juug)
n+gga, this that rap money
n+gga, this get back money
we ain’t holdin’ nothin’, spend it all and double back to me (double back to me)
i see red and blue, i tuck it all
you can’t take that money (you can’t take that money)
(jully gon’ shake up the room)
we be on that sh+t them boys ain’t on, we got them down bad (down bad)
i’m from north, them n+ggas ain’t gon’ do sh+t with they clown ass (b+tch+ass n+ggas)
robbed a n+gga for a couple ounces and a brown bag (i took his sh+t)
try to explain to my brother, mom, i know it sound bad (oh)
[chorus]
n+gga, see you in them trenches, only time that he gon’ smile (oh)
n+gga a k!ll you in front yo’ people, don’t give a f+ck in front yo’ child (oh)
man, this street sh+t be so stupid, see yo’ brother at yo’ trial (oh)
man, this street sh+t be so wild, i had a thousand a thousand times (oh)

[outro]
oh+oh
oh+oh, woah
oh+oh
(jully gon’ shake up the room)



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