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juju loso - freestyle lyrics

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[intro]
like, glah glah
hold on, wait
look, like+ like

[verse 1]
call mel, you know that’s the
gon’ hit up his face and his stomach (like what?)
like nah, we ain’t doin
run up on me, catch a (d+mn)

y’all n+ggas ain’t putting no pain
y’all n+ggas is lame

and that is a fact
don’t run, that boy did track
and last n+gga played and got shot in the back

like what? they on d+ck
told kash to empty the clip
got a beam on the glock and it came wit a switch
and his b+tch in the crib, she gon’ give me the spits (glah glah)

like+like wait, i’m on hots (on hots)
opp thot gon give me the drop (give me the drop)
lil b+tch wanna shake up the spot (shake up the spot)
she wanna give all of us top (all of us top)
like glahh, i’m makin bands
throw it at her while i’m watching her dance (watching her dance)
like she wanna f+ck with my mans
so i pass it to bro, then i f+ck on her friends

she fine, i’m tryna f+ck badly
she from the bronx so i take her to cali
(like d+mn, i’m tryna f+ck badly, she from the bronx so i take her to+ look)

bad b+tch and she got a fatty
she know my name, but she calling me daddy (glah)
f+ck all the opps, tell them send the addy
i’m d+gg+ng they b+tch in the backseat

like tell that fake blood, go do sumn
like fortnite, i got a blue pump
that n+gga p+ssy, i give that boy goosebumps
run up on me, then i might have to shoot sumn

she a thot, ain’t no coming home (at all)
when i call, better pick up the phone
talk on bro, now he in a song
lil boy catch a shot to his dome

i’m from a city where n+ggas love static
big glocks and big automatics
n+ggas is p+ssy, don’t know why they capping
run up, and i’m making it tragic
don’t try me, sh+t get deadly
that boy gon’ die like his bestie

new opp pack, sh+t got me (deadyyy)

i’m tired of all the dissing
y’all n+ggas never upped a (at all)
i’m tryna cook up in the kitchen
when i am talking, n+ggas better listen

like this new year, i’ma go dumb
before i would do it for fun
now i’ma show y’all n+ggas how i come
when i catch a opp, tell ’em “don’t run!” (don’t run)

put my face on a tee?
never go outside without my g (glah)
word to my deads, no one bigger than me
i’m with bro in the back, and he throwing up c’s

[outro]
glah, glah
gang gang b+tch, glah
ayo cig!
gang gang, yeah
f+ck all da opps suck my d+ck everybody shot
gang

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