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jy baby - dragg lyrics

[intro]
uh, on god
frr, frr

[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b+tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n+gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f+ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f+ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[verse 1]
he think a k!ller since he wanna diss
hop out the car him in his sh+t
100 sum shots hit the f+ckin whip
leg shot, hit him, make a n+gga limp
scotti a b+tch he never caught a hat
n+ggas forced him out the f+cking trap
n+ggas talking all they do is cap
how you a k!ller all you do is rap
i’m playing like kobe i came here to win
hop out the car hit him and his friend
glock automatic b+tch i change the pin
pull a carjackin b+tch i change the pin
all black, slidin’ in a f+ckin benz
f+ckin on her’ and i took the twin
bullets gon get him his f+ckin chin
hop out the car do his ass again’
[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b+tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n+gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f+ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f+ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[verse 2]
how you a k!ller all you do is run? (all you do is run)
took his bread and his f+ckin gun (yeah)
he look up to me that n+gga my son
yeah i got bodies b+tch i got a ton
yeah, i wan fight run the f+ckin ones
i ain’t the 2 b+tch i’m the 1
n+ggas will switch while you in a drought
down on my d+ck yeah i made it out
that lil n+gga talkin out his mouth (mouth)
hop out the v, see what bout (about)
he tryna run up i’m leaving him stuck
you ain’t keepin it p, just keep it a buck
i’ma show him what he want he wanna be tuff (on god)
slide out the v’, make his ass duck
hop out the v yeah we shoot him up
can’t hear what you sayin i don’t give a f+ck
[chorus]
they hittin my line like what you wan do
don’t act you’n see us b+tch you gotta clue
he say that we cool, we ain’t callin no truce (uh uh)
this .40 gon knock a n+gga out his shoe (br, br, br)
i f+ck wit them 1’s, i don’t f+ck wit them 2’s
i catch me a 9 he get hit with his crew
he get hit with his son, he get hit with his boo
i’m counting up my money im counting up blues

[outro]
yeahh (stupid ass b+tch)
they thought i wasn’t gon come back huh?
they thought i wasn’t gon come back huh?
yeah aight n+gga
stupid ass b+tch
get yo money up, not your f+ckin funny up, stupid ass b+tch

- jy baby lyrics

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