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junior (svn) - back at it lyrics

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[verse 1]

back at it with the new flow (yeah)
back at it again with the new hoe (aha)
back at it again with the new sh-t (ayy)
back at it with the new b-tch (new)

everyday your switch your gangs (gangs)
but still you hang with the lames (lames)
p-ssy boy i play no games (i don’t)
mention my name for the fame (clout)

talking behind my back
all you here it’s click clak black
eat that p-ssy like a snack
shoutout to the g kodak
im getting that good boof packs
spendin’ all my hard earned racks
expand my money to the max
’till i’m a have billion stacks

[verse 2]

get in the club everybody shouting
i don’t give a f-ck about you doubting
keep my head up and just keep grinding
all the fake friends are now divided
all the new firends are now d-ck ridin’
i will be alone and just keep writtin’
and let these people who are hiding

change the flows like my hoes
everyday gettin’ foes with my bros
making licks also droppin’ hits
with my b-tch she sucking on my d-ck
like a pro and me and my gang making dough
it’s illegal so i keep the po and f-ck this show
i don’t like you but i keep it on the low low
f-ck 12, police and the po po

[verse 3]

maybe i switch my lanes (skrt skrt)
i don’t wear fake -ss chains (i dont)
smokin’ on the different strains (gas)
clean up the bl–dy stains (blood)
p-ssy so good blow my brains (puuf)
i’m here tryna’ make some money (cash)
you’re fine but dont call me honey (aa aa)
all you can do is suck my johny

[verse 4]

smoking the gas
drink in the gl-ss
i f-ck and i p-ss
my life’s a mess
fill it with green
please don’t do lean
i don’t remember
so what do you mean

[verse 5]

dunking on these b-tches like i’m mike yeah (mike)
the plug callin’ i ain’t got no time yea (drugs)
the green hunnids’ stuff in my pocket (cash)
my career shoting off like a rocket (famous)
b-tches only want me for my clout (what)
i got no clout it’s a timeout (they leave)
these fake friends keep comin’ and they leave (f-ck friends)

i learned something so i ain’t naive
hope one day i will have money (blaaw)
to buy a drop top that goes feey (phey)
im boo’ded up with my team in the coupe
we got the guns and ready to shoot (paff paff)
make the money and give it to mama
she’s the one who listen to your drama
when i was a jit i was thinking bout’ the commas
this ain’t no fortnite so f-ck lamas

[verse 6]

i don’t f-ck with you broke boys
i got a gun i got no toys
i’m in this b-tch i’m makin’ noise
got a bad b-tch from illinois
i’m sober yea i ain’t poppin no pills
making the money i’m getting deals
gotta foreign yea i’m driving the wheels
got the real gold i ain’t wearing no steel

- junior svn lyrics

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