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julian cannon - don't mistake lyrics

[intro: 1takejay]
(sorry, january)
(let the beat ride out, ju)
wait, hold up, i’m finna turn this b+tch up

[chorus: 1takejay]
don’t mistake a b+tch+ass n+gga for a savage (don’t do that)
n+gga got a gun, like a hater, he ain’t clappin’ (them n+ggas cap)
keep my b+tches undercover like a mattress
i just turned the b+tch that you love to a ratchet (b+tch)
hundreds, thousands, i get it the fastest (i get it the fastest)
mouthpiece sloppy, i get it, she nasty (knew the b+tch was bad)
she ain’t in detention, but i keep a baddie (woo)
i ain’t playin’ hard to get, b+tch, you can have me

[verse 1: 1takejay]
ayy, i been lookin’ for a wife, think that motherf+cker lost it (whеre?)
i can’t pr+nounce the namе, but i can tell you what it cost (uh+huh, uh+huh)
lil’ ross, lil’ smartw+ter hangin’ ’round your neck, this voss (classy)
i’m the mayor in this b+tch, i probably fire a b+tch boss (grrah)
ayy, ayy, doggy in this b+tch, i don’t talk
extra twenty in the stick to make a n+gga crip walk (ah)
ayy, it’s probably ’cause i let the wrist walk
caught him lackin’ with his b+tch, the n+gga made his b+tch talk (ah)
tell him they can roger that n+gga (roger than n+gga)
he a demon on the low, i’m a father to that n+gga (i’m a father to that n+gga)
girl, what? get off of that n+gga (get off)
i’ma pack the wrong player, aaron rodgers’+ass n+gga (uh)
i say kicks with no cs and b+tch with four bs
like, baby, what you need? i’m a trend like do+we (do+we)
this n+gga don’t belong, he a c (wait, hold up, i’m finna this b+tch up)
mistake the same n+gga for a motherf+ckin’ p (ah)
[chorus: 1takejay]
don’t mistake a b+tch+ass n+gga for a savage (don’t do that)
n+gga got a gun, like a hater, he ain’t clappin’ (them n+ggas cap)
keep my b+tches undercover like a mattress
i just turned the b+tch that you love to a ratchet (b+tch)
hundreds, thousands, i get it the fastest (i get it the fastest)
mouthpiece sloppy, i get it, she nasty (knew the b+tch was bad)
she ain’t in detention, but i keep a baddie
i ain’t playin’ hard to get, b+tch, you can have me

[verse 2: shootergang kony]
pack the club out with all b+tches, ain’t no n+ggas here (ain’t no n+ggas)
n+ggas trippin’, but it’s in one ear and not the other ear (shut the f+ck up)
not like rosa parks, i’m in the front, n+ggas in the rear
he don’t bang, only thing he throwin’ up is beer
i just bought a coupe, you still waitin’ on the bus ride (bus)
this ain’t private school, chain hangin’, i don’t tuck mine (that sh+t hang)
but i doubt it, but you can have that b+tch if you f+ck mine
i was shootin’ dice, he was waitin’ in the lunch line (word)
tell a b+tch to go like too short
n+gga, i ain’t on your team, run it up, that’s my sport (run it up)
steve urkel, that’s your cousin, these n+ggas all dorks (you n+ggas dorks)
n+ggas still couldn’t eat if i let him have my fork (you broke)

[chorus: 1takejay]
don’t mistake a b+tch+ass n+gga for a savage (don’t do that)
n+gga got a gun, like a hater, he ain’t clappin’ (them n+ggas cap)
keep my b+tches undercover like a mattress
i just turned the b+tch that you love to a ratchet (b+tch)
hundreds, thousands, i get it the fastest (i get it the fastest)
mouthpiece sloppy, i get it, she nasty (knew the b+tch was bad)
she ain’t in detention, but i keep a baddie
i ain’t playin’ hard to get, b+tch, you can have me

- julian cannon lyrics

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