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juan j - goddamn lyrics

[intro: blackout]
yeah, so we got my n-gg- uncle sensei
young n-gg- blackout
and baking soda marvin, let’s go

[hook: blackout]
godd-mn godd-mn
everyday be godd-mn
we the mother f-ckin’ men
godd-mn godd-mn

[verse: blackout & uncle sensei]
hold wait a minute let the youngings come and k!ll it
got my brother and we switchin’ all the females we be pimpin’
we be pimpin’ hoes in the kitchen
naked -ss and t-tties jigglin’
but if they n-gg-s trippin’
pistol grippin’ have ’em strippin’
n-gg-s scared of the heat
got ’em snitchin’ in the street
n-gg-s know they can’t compete
bustin’ shots like kobe
so game you f-cking lames
all y’all get is t-shirt fame
’cause if we bring the rain
y’all be missing f-ckin’ brains

[hook: blackout]
godd-mn godd-mn
everyday be godd-mn
we the mother f-ckin’ men
godd-mn godd-mn

[verse: blackout]
hold up wait a minute let me put my pimpin’ in it
gotta come with it ’cause my n-gg-s gonna k!ll it
you feelin like we villains ’cause the money’s in the ceiling
but the pots ain’t in the kitchen when we cookin’ up this living
we eating all this cheese, bread, lettuce and cabbage
and all my n-gg-s know man we far from the average
we savage, and hate all them hoes with baggage
kick they -ss out if they ask bout our past sh-t

[hook: blackout]
godd-mn godd-mn
everyday be godd-mn
we the mother f-ckin’ men
godd-mn godd-mn

[verse: uncle sensei]
okay now hold up, wait a minute
not a rapper but my flow kickin’
i’m a young n-gg- and i stay trippin’
got bad b-tches whippin’ in the kitchen
i’ma fat n-gg- and i stay winning
chains on me and i stay dripping
got the loud pack in a cadillac
and we goin’ back like fo’ flats
triple d that’s where i’m at
mobbing like the ratt pack
caught yo’ b-tch looking, she had to run that
even slobbed me up in hatchback
don’t believe the hype i’m still wack
b–tch…. godd-mn godd-mn

[hook: blackout]
godd-mn godd-mn
everyday be godd-mn
we the mother f-ckin’ men
godd-mn godd-mn

[verse: juan j]
hold up, wait a minute
let me put some pimpin’ in it
gawd, b-tches love me, yes they know a n-gg- winning
curry wit’ the trigger, don’t let a p-ssy n-gg- try me
i’ll bless a n-gg- soul, let a p-ssy n-gg- try to rob me
i been itching for a body
hit ’em with the tommy
twenty k on my wrist got me feeling like gin-bli
twenty-four karats got me flexin’ like i’m kobe
oh yeah, i just ran up a check
all my ex’s upset
three hoes in a ‘vette
drop ’em off yo’ b-tch next
new coupe old money
fat n-gg- hoes love me
never scared of spending money
you think i’m broke you’s a dummy
well well well well, there’s a whole lotta f-ck n-gg-s

- juan j lyrics

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