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jxyy sxntanaa - lifted lyrics

{intro}
aye run that sh+t up chase

{chorus}
aye it’s the slimey dude who ride to every beat a n+gga get on
this that type of beat a p+ssy n+gga try to diss a g on
i got them shooters in the back and they ready to get they feast on
gave my brudda 2 b+tches tell em f+ck em and tell em be gone

{verse 1}
we got guns tucked in this couch so dont try to come get yo l!ck in here
got to “whoa” off them percs , f+cked around and start drinking beer
smoke a cigar , leave em red, my diamonds hit like chandaler
got dem sharks ready to k!ll some , hang em over da pier
i got shooters on the roof, so don’t you try to run up in dis trap
i move like scooby+doo, it ain’t mystery but im sticked and strapped
no shaq im 32 on the court, n+gga might just catch a slap
i ride round with that tool can’t let a n+gga sub me out the game
i need sum energy , might f+ck around and drank a couple bangs
my chopper like to rap, not today, im just gone let it sing
i thought he was a b+tch how he hollered when that 40 had clucked em
thought my n+gga was real never thought he wold fold under the pressure
cl!ck clack, bang bang, im lifted and dont know where to go
im up in the sky im f+ckin hoes and all my n+ggas bold
ridin round wit that 40 tucked and im bout to go let it blow
hit em in his chest, 2 to the neck and i just upped da sco’
on god!
{pre+chorus}
can’t slime around dis table cause you lazy in the trap
you can’t f+ck on my big bit cause she get in tha trap
ion fw these rap n+ggas don’t come askin me 4 dap
imma work for my ap, so don’t come askin me if i trap
imma hit you in yo face and leave you right der on tha curb
how you claim you a street n+gga but you from da suburb
and talkin tough gone get you knocked off of the block, hit em up in tha neck
i need a private plane , so i can fly with young thug to a check

- jxyy sxntanaa lyrics

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