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luh ody - jetsons lyrics

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take off this b+tch and i’m gone with the wind
(blo music)
take off this b+tch and i’m gone with the wind
yeah

you hear this sh+t? you n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with rari
ody

my new car so lit
my new b+tch so thick

bad lil’ b+tch, she a accountant and sh+t
so i let her count my grip
just know a young n+gga gettin active and sh+t
nah, i ain’t even gon’ sip

like 30 on the hip
no, i don’t miss
so you better come equipped
yeah, i count up these pres

then f+ck up the dead
then i go back gotta re+up again
add it back up then i do it again
hit your block once then i come back and spin
she f+ckin’ me good, yeah, she helpin’ me win
keepin’ my mind off the evil i did
thuggin’ with noon, that’s my evil twin
shout out to sushii, that’s my evil twin

we don’t do simp sh+t
keepin’ it p, only pimp sh+t
got so many hoes on the hit list
dont dive in the water, i’m the big fish

i remember we was jumpin’ them fences
got n+ggas still scr+pin’ them dishes
n+ggas still move weight, no fitness
we’ll never leave a trace, no witness

that’s why a n+gga gotta learn them physics
y’all spoided ass n+ggas too priveledged
we gotta go hard every d+mn minute
no time to waste, it’s ticking

n+gga, you don’t want beef, that’s chicken
swear to god, n+gga, i ain’t even trippin
i ain’t gotta at a n+gga in my mentions
if i catch you outside, i’m cl!ckin

f+ck around, you gon’ end up missin
nah, n+gga, we ain’t goin’ no prison
you a n+gga gettin’ money like me
yeah, n+gga, we ain’t no different
don’t worry about what i’m doin
y’all boys need to mind y’all business
don’t worry about who i’m screwin
i ain’t never pillow talk with no b+tches

i haven’t seen my kids in a minute
i don’t know why my baby mama trippin
sh+t, i’m wishin’ i could see em grow up
show love, give em hugs and kisses

but i guess we got two different paths
everybody can’t see your vision
found out she’s f+ckin’ my homie
everybody can’t be your n+gga

and i’m still screamin’ free montana
can’t wait till you out that slammer
i’m still screamin’ f+ck that judge
can’t leave the house without my hammer

these hoes don’t got no manners
that’s why my ex b+tch cancel
don’t even go on dates
i just load up on ammo

blo mob a f+ckin’ army
and i don’t got on camo
i just call kg up
he load it up like rambo
don’t get the wrong idea
you better change the channel
is it some hoes n here
sh+t, how the f+ck should i know
no, we don’t f+ck with 12

no, we don’t f+ck with 5 0
and she gonna f+ck herself
cause no, i ain’t comin’ home
i got my spoiled b+tch mad

cause i keep tellin’ her no and i think that she never heard that sh+t before, no

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