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justbeanz - justspice lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)

[verse 1: justbeanz]
i dropped a call, when you got shot, i had my feet up
told them n+ggas stay up off they block, they better d up
told my brodie chill out on the traffic ‘fore he heat up
thought they caught us lackin’ in the club and they got beat up
from the d to cincinnati, on the way back, i was catchin’ plays
finna book another flight, i’m in miami tryna catch the shade
my racks been gettin’ bigger and bigger and your sh+t look the same
if i spill the wock’ on my shirt only way you see a stain

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
since my brother got k!lled, i ain’t been the same
the plr hold a whip, but i still’ll aim
five years in the feds, you don’t feel my pain
one day, wе had to pop a n+gga up, he tried to steal my namе
dope good, i could cut it twice and it’s still the same
should i bust this yachtmaster down or leave it plain?
ridin’ ’round in a sports car that’ll leave a plane
all hundreds, i don’t need no change, but i’ma need the chain

[verse 3: justbeanz]
n+gga speakin’ on my name, i guess i gotta check a pulse (what he say?)
i just made some racks off the shh, i’m finna check it off
me and mud got foot on n+ggas’ necks, we finna step it off (b+tch)
brodie got the secret ingredient, they tryna guess the sauce (whip)
i was gettin’ head from your lil’ b+tch, i couldn’t accept the call
we got it like john witherspoon on friday how we catchin’ dog
bro just bought a new ar, the opps, gon’ catch ’em all
b+tch that shoot like queen latifah, we finna set it off
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
swing on me if you want, we lettin’ weapons off
i ain’t take the pitbull to yoga class, but i’m stretchin’ dog
big bro used to have a brick, but he fellin’ off
d+mn, i mean fall, if you get caught, you gon’ tell it all
million dollars off the rap, who would’ve ever thought?
got me addin’ up everything that i ever bought
stupid n+gga ain’t use his head, it got severed off
before i ever made a rap, i was sellin’ soft

[verse 5: justbeanz]
i ain’t f+ckin’ with them perkies, just lean
brought the age in the trenches with the glock, it hold sixteen
cuz was livin’ life just like a movie, n+gga, pick a scene
how i short you on a half? b+tch, i got a triple beam

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
we in this b+tch talkin’ spicy, me and justbeanz
i ain’t f+ckin’ with the dog food, just beans
when i caught my first body, i was sixteen
he ain’t got a hustle, he keep fallin’ off like some big jeans

- justbeanz lyrics

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