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lil jairmy - no luggage (fresh out) lyrics

flying out to cali i ain’t packing no luggage
(yeah yeah let’s do it)
say the looking for me
i was probably somewhere counting up the money
(yeah yeah getting to it)
i just got a hundred of em in all in one day
i just f-cked a redbone badder than beyonce
i just made five thousand dollars all in one play
i just spent some money on a whole bunch of ak’s
i just got an automatic chip from my ese
i find this sh-t funny when these n-ggas talking gunplay
they know how i’m coming it’s gone only end up one way
catch him out in traffic we gone send him on a one way
my lil n-ggas savage they just wanna hear the gun spray
my lil b-tch the baddist i could put her on the runway
my pockets the fattest i done had a couple entres
every day we trappin we don’t believe in taking off days
rapping or the trapping i can’t pick so i took both ways
best way to have it have b-tches going both ways
i don’t even know if i’m gone throw away the throw away
capital g up in my gangsta it ain’t lower case
all these diamonds on me i just wonder what your wh0r- say
n-gga on a slower day we was cooking four a day
scared from the street they so deep they won’t go away
dope fends geeking cause its heat it ain’t oil based
diamonds on my wrist and on my t–th sh-t [?]
turn a half of brick hard i can’t lie had a hard day
b-tch this ain’t a arcade my lil n-ggas don’t play
we gone get to shooting if a n-gga look the wrong way
said i was done and f-cked around and caught another case
f-cking with the bond i done blew another 30k
i keep four pockets i keep a twenty on me everyday
get paid to talk sh-t tell them crackers check my resume
if that dope don’t hit the bottom then that brick ain’t clean
what the f-ck is yall dranking that sh-t ain’t lean
what the f-ck was yall thinking i was running out of cheese?
i ain’t never falling off i got plug on the p’s
i just run the sack up i ain’t fumbling a thing
got them racks put up i ain’t clumsy with the green
and i ain’t never need a b-tch i’m what a b-tch need
baby i been making love to the money machine
love all my brother can’t sh-t come between
came straight out the gutter that make you a king
got charged with some with some cuttaz that wasn’t for me
man them b-tches so crooked its f-ck the police
i been back getting paid ever since my release
all the co’s amazed by my chain and my piece
baby i’m going global way more than the east
it ain’t up for debate i’m the voice of the streets

- lil jairmy lyrics

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