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lil jay – aint no lackin lyrics

(intro – lil jay)
ain’t no lackin’ whiles its crackin’ in these streets
caught you lackin’ without your ratchet, now yo -ss 6 feet deep
p-ssy boy yea he in deep, got 30 shots in my heat
man that sh-t dead like odee, i’m smoking dope lil j money

(verse 1 – trap dunkin)
ain’t nothing on action, tell em its crackin’
30 on me, i ain’t lackin’ out in traffic
n-gga want smoke, tell a n-gga get at me
try to star like ya daddy, put a n-gga out his caddy
riding down broadway smoking on cali
wish a n-gga would, i’ll chop a n-gga down
30 and this 40, i’ll give it to him now
call up the plug, for a couple of them pounds
guys on the turf, who’ll shoot him out of town
put the guys to his face, man get him on the ground
n-gga make a sound, then lay that n-gga down
ain’t got time to waste, people dieng everyday
money on my mind, got me in and out state
missing me shorty, i been getting paid
these n-ggas so late, these n-ggas so fake
plotting on the low then smile in your face
ain’t never been a rat, ain’t never ate with the snakes
middle finger to the jakes, free the guys upstate
my name hold weight like bro with that eight
lackin’ in the field that’ll leave a n-gga blazed
pull up beside ya you gone take it to the face
.38 no trace, no face no case
bro told me do it so i had to let it bake
n-ggas steady lackin’ where it ain’t never been safe

(hook)
ain’t no lackin’ (x2)
ain’t no lackin’ boy its crackin’
ain’t no lackin’ (x2)
ain’t no lackin’ boy its crackin’
ain’t no lackin’ boy its crackin’
ain’t no lackin’ boy its crackin’, be more careful in these streets
ima hitter, i be drilling, and i’ll leave you where you be
30 clips, 30 n-ggas, thats a stupid horror scene
we be hittin’, ain’t no missin’, n-gga shoutout to my team (x2)
ain’t no lackin’ boy its crackin’, be more careful in these streets
ima hitter, i be drilling, and i’ll leave you where you be

(verse 2 – king lil jay)
ain’t no lackin’ whiles its crackin’ in these streets
caught you lackin’ without your ratchet, now yo -ss 6 feet deep
p-ssy boy yea he in deep, got 30 shots in my heat
man that sh-t dead like odee, i’m smoking dope lil j money
ain’t no lackin’, while its crackin’
keep that ratchet, 40 cal make you do backflips
ain’t no lackin’, while its crackin’
my n-ggas bdk, 30 shots we clappin’
ain’t no lackin’ while its crackin’ in this b-tch
you was lackin’ on yo b-tch thats why that lil b-tch suck my d-ck
you was lackin’ on them pounds, i had to hit you for that sh-t
my n-ggas in that field, shoot with good precision, never miss

(verse 3 – trap dunkin)
got young n-ggas pouring up, pull a brain blunt
n-ggas worrying bout dunk, man i been getting guap
going in on these p-ssies, i ain’t never gone stop
these n-ggas so soft, that n-gga so hard
i’m about to go hard, and i put that on god
got to do it for my family, and my motha-fckin squad
lil bro told me get it so you know that i got it
if you try to get away, big bro gone spot him
i be flippin’ dread heads, i ain’t talking flocka
(?) got the .30, thats an f-cking mini chopper
bullets make him spin like a f-cking helichopper
so now he need the doctors, middle finger to the oppers
and the mother f-ckin’ coppers
turn up for the guys in them mother f-ckin’ problems
n-ggas imposters
duckin on rasta, them n-ggas want smoke
than the .40 gone blow
lets get it

- lil jay lyrics

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