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lil jayjay - used to this lyrics

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(intro)
so many n+ggas dying it’s not sad no more
i guess i got used to this sh+t
(hook)
so many n+ggas dying, it’s not sad no more, i guess i got used to this sh+t
k!lled so many n+ggas, i don’t feel bad no more, i guess i can say it’s lit
so many dead homies, and it’s sad because i can’t pay them no visit
shorty not even reading my messages, i can’t believe this b+tch
but i guess i can leave her, i don’t even need her
n+ggas try to rob me, they don’t no i keep the heater
let the glizzy sing like an r&b singer
i’m always the captain, lil n+gga, i’m a leader
we running this sh+t like a 400 meter
my sh+t gon’ blast through the speakers
shot him so many times, he not getting saved by no procedure
(verse)
i’m not tryna od, never popping percs or sipping codeine
i need the money like it is some protein
i got your girl in the sheets, you know that she moaning
i be wearing gucci and shorty f+ck with my clothing
choppa turn him to chris brown how that n+gga be dancing
the murder for fun, when we k!ll him, we laughing
i’m on my grind, i’m tryna get my mama a mansion
n+ggas be acting, these n+ggas be capping
low self esteem, shawty fill herself with plastic
i feel like steve nash, all these b+tches i be passing
choppa got good aim, i’m always hitting my target
shorty off the molly, she moving r+t+rded
bullets like kd, they cannot be guarded
light up a blunt, smell like a n+gga just farted
(hook)
so many n+ggas dying, it’s not sad no more, i guess i got used to this sh+t
k!lled so many n+ggas, i don’t feel bad no more, i guess i can say it’s lit
so many dead homies, and it’s sad because i can’t pay them no visit
shorty not even reading my messages, i can’t believe this b+tch
but i guess i can leave her, i don’t even need her
n+ggas try to rob me, they don’t no i keep the heater
let the glizzy sing like an r&b singer
i’m always the captain, lil n+gga, i’m a leader
we running this sh+t like a 400 meter
my sh+t gon’ blast through the speakers
shot him so many times, he not getting saved by no procedure
(outro)
we put a n+gga on a t+shirt
old money, n+gga, like a senior
never followed rules, didn’t listen to the teacher
it cost a hunnid if a n+gga want a feature
gang, gang



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