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just jones - talk slick lyrics

you n+ggas ain’t in the mix
you n+ggas ain’t really getting no money
you n+ggas ain’t tryn k!ll nothing you n+ggas bluffing
thats why i focus on me tho f+ck it

[verse 1]
im really in the mix these n+ggas part time
get to that money sh+t i’m through wit having hard times me and bro was on a haro selling hard dimes
now we lit like times square when its dark time they angry
sh+t how could you blame me never let it change me
bought a gold rope because them crackers tried to hang me nothing less then 30 rounds in case they try to bang me
looking picturе perfect i heard thеy was tryna frame me but i’ll never let em tame me
a stash for the weapons
feds prolly step in in if they catch me with this fn
my pedal to the medal its no way they gon arrest him
gone in 60 seconds they won’t hold me for the questions call me lawyer please detective i don’t know names shaka
then i’m right back in a xf color cocaine its all white
head to toe in off+white i’m better then alright
blew a bag in neiman’s shoulda seen ya b+tch was all hype
took a couple racks over to saks to get my dawg right
he just beat a body they was tryn give my dawg life
took a couple racks over to saks to get my dawg right
cause he just beat a body
they was try give my boy life

[chorus]
we gon talk sl!ck and make it quick
don’t ask me what i’m in to i’m gon say i’m in the mix
i think this week alone we done did 200 flips
they say i spit that dope and they been waiting on they fix
[verse 2]
i was dead broke i hit the trap thats how i came up
i ain’t never do no sucker sh+t to f+ck my name up
i done ran up a lot of change i ain’t change up
i ain’t never hit no range up i just aim up
he the hottest rapper in the city cold k!ller
heard he shot me and claimed it he was bold n+gga
my b+tch know i ain’t nothing like her old n+gga
ran that work off fast so we make the load bigger
i put work all on ya block and get my young n+gga lit
you hide good you gone get ya young n+gga hit
the opps already know how my young n+gga get
you ever put 12 sh+lls all in one n+gga mit
i ran this sh+t up in the trench i brought the shooters off the bench
he was foul how he take a mile i gave him a inch
they can’t see behind the tints but its who they up against
all these bodies dropping man this sh+t don’t make no f+cking sense
im with the k!llers and the dealers too the opps get put in critical
we sent them n+ggas home but i can’t lie they unforgettable
that sh+t was unforgivable we gon beef forever
they was turnt up somebody put em to sleep together

- just jones lyrics

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