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juggin jah - i be flexin lyrics

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juggin jah i be flexing
cuz don’t go no where with out his weapon. dirty jerz in this b-tch, get the stepping
ain’t wanna cook him, he shouldna test us

i took his b-tch then i was flexing. flexing
i took all they money, i finessed em
bro don’t go no where with out his weapon
dirty jers, but when you saw, freshness

all day getting to money, you never bussed a trap, you ain’t never saw a chipper
you chasing these b-tches, broke n-gga you needa to get to a dollar
dolce and gabbanna, 1 gucci belt, so how ta fuc you stay in designer
my n-ggas call me hands, cus they count on me, so they know that i got em

these n-ggas ain’t same as me, they not equivalent. to this real n-gga that milletant
i been stuntin, like herb bibby k!lling sh-t
like doritos lays, i been stacking the chips
i be flexing on em when i pull up
double cup in my hand, b-tch pour up
roll down the windows smoky, loud only, we was cookin

i hop out the wheel, hop in a mansion, or pop in the field
you not a shooter, you not foreal. silver or gold, not stainless steel
bro in the streets till i get us deal, i’m always gone eat, i fuc up the meal
free them real n-ggas, hope they get that appeal. free them real n-ggas, hope they get that appeal

- juggin jah lyrics

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