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lil jr from the g - switches & yopps (feat. jit4 stan & babyshiesty1800) lyrics

[intro:]
aye man
aye man
on three
on three
we finna let our balloons go
one, two, three
long live mitch man
long live mitch man
love my brother
long live mitch man
man, long live mitch man
aye cut the music up

[verse 1: lil jr from the g]
n+ggas know what the f+ck going on it’s lil jr from the g (know dat)
it’s lil jr from the g
park the car i’m tryna creep
running down and press delete
awe the boy got left deceased
i ain’t shooting from no three
get up close put you to sleep
now he all in brodie weeds
i been tweaking for a week
told him, n+gga grab a v
what the f+ck is gyg
you nailed a hot about that v
all i know is .223
grab my zoo and drop my ski
i’m known for passing out on feet
and i’m posted in the g
in the back of fourteen
turn me up don’t turn me down
why the f+ck mitch in the ground
f+ck the six, give me my crown
i’m the biggest in the town
n+ggas goofy get from round
[verse 2: jit4 stan]
n+ggas know about lil smack
he told 24 get from round
n+ggas goofy and they p+ssy, he left with a head down
how the f+ck you in the o and yo’ lil dog got put down
i ain’t finna say too much but it’s a lot that i could say
you can go and ask the hood my first drill was broad day
brodie hopped up out that car, made that yopp yopp hit his face
free my members out the box, i miss them boys like every day
how y’all say come get back ain’t nothing died in the a
brodie ass ain’t new to this, he stood over, switch ate his face
put a fully on arp
baby snipes gon’ get on feet
if i need a splat, i’m gon’ hit up jr from the g
brodie where you at? lets go creep up on an opp
[?] tryna make a heart stop
every time i’m in that car i think bout pac
her n+gga had to wear it out a couple n+ggas done got dropped

[verse 3: babyshiesty1800]
i’m bout my skrilla like i’m yak
she want me pulling on her tracks
bout that grammy i don’t play because i’m [?]
just be capping on all your songs, how you spin don’t got no hats
got yo’ ass [?] and took my flow i stole it back
took you b+tch can’t get that back she’s eating d+ck just like a nat
and bout the guys i’m bending blocks for real i’m tryna catch a pack
f+ck for any times i ain’t get no p+ssy from no b+tch them hoes wack
got my brother in them cells, tell them crackers free lil smack

- lil jr from the g lyrics

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