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jr uchie$ - talk shit pt. 2 lyrics

prezi on my wrist and rose gold for my b-tch
the rollie go tick tock
i can’t even tell time it just make my wrist pop
diamonds steady dancing, poseidon on my wrist
i know i ain’t sh-t but you still gon’ hit me up
late night text, “come thru” i see a pin drop
yeah i’m on my way but ima dog i say -dog bark-
b-tch i’m the sh-t and i’m c-cky in both ways

prezi on my wrist and rose gold for my b-tch
the rollie go tick tock
i can’t even tell time it just make my wrist pop
diamons steady dancing, poseidon on my wrist
i know i ain’t sh-t but you still gon hit me up
late night text, “come thru” i see a pin drop
yeah i’m on my way but ima dog i say -dog bark-
b-tch i’m the sh-t and i’m c-cky in both ways

b-tch
im too c-cky
am i talking to another b-tch? i might be
what?
they say how i like my b-tches, foreign, hibachi, hit it wally wally
cuffed like a felony, something i cannot be
watch me, im finna do em dirty
stuntin’ on em hard, i need knee surgery
notis, texts past 30
text backs right away?
sh-t thats the old me
i just need a bag
dinero i adore
you don’t have the pesos you can step out the door
im f-cking on a hood b-tch and after we done she be squealing out the door
“b-tch i f-cked him”
no the f-ck you didn’t
i had a condom on, it don’t count i ain’t feel it
im heading to the stu’
with my n-gg- la, puffy and peak too
we taking over cali, all the way up to san fran and the valley
no we not boys, my n-gg- we is family
running up on my dawg we rushing out with whammies
gold on my teeth sh-t they think i won a grammy
im f-cking on yo auntie
can i bring yo sister?
she act like a b-tch but she happy when im up in her
b-tch im the sh-t and im flossing with my
with my
with my
ha

my whole slime masked up got em thinking we some goons, nah b-tch we a team big body like a mascot
g-ssing like the arco, my punchlines is pr-nto
im kinda bilingual
“what he say?”
“girl ion know”
how you fine and you dusty?
b-tch you smelling musty
bye bye felicia old dirty -ss hoochie
wanna be groupie
b-tch h-lla bootsie
nah i can’t f-ck with her, nah you can’t spoof me
daddy do the gucci, and mommy in giuseppe’s
all designer sh-t, mud walking i don’t care
my team gettin money we the real warriors here
we the shooting starting 5
point blank range, pop a n-gg- in the eye
stupid
im really k!llin’ it
im just talkin’ my sh-t, i invented it
i hate lame n-gg-s, typing sh-t behind a screen y’all some clown -ss n-gg-s
goofy
i don’t f-ck with y’all n-gg-s
ima grown young n-gg- i ain’t goin back and forth with no b-tches
mind never been little, you can’t lil boy me
you can tell my n-gg- e, we be thuggin’ n sliding super deep in these streets
i done said this once and i’ll say it again
i don’t rap beef lets get one thing straight
i just don’t like these f-ck n-gg-s in my face

- jr uchie lyrics

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