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mac j - different language lyrics

[verse 1: mac j]
this ain’t english
you better have your glasses on, ’cause ain’t no seeing this
this is not that bullsh+t that they was feeding us
i really had to cut some n+ggas off, ’cause they was devious
i just let them throw salt, i keep pepper
lil bro don’t nеver rock boots, but he a steppеr
i can do my own thing, ’cause i’m better
your b+tch is like a board game, and i’ma check her
and my back still hurting, since i was stabbed on it
i remember riding in buckets with no tags on it
god blessed me with some sh+t, i couldn’t pass on it
gave me a lil sauce, i just put a lil swag on it

[chorus: mac j]
in these streets, boy, you gotta put your head first
ain’t no love in this sh+t, get your bread first
when you thugging, don’t be scared to put in leg work
before you ride a bike, you gon’ have to ride the pegs first
b+tch, i’m ganging
i’m a thug from the mud, and i ain’t changing
you gotta pay attention, you know this a different language
gotta pay attention, you know this a different language
[verse 2: young slo+be]
plug in a.z., he speak a different language
we’ll pick up them and drop them motherf+ckers where you hanging
no bag, [?]
[?] ’cause i like to stack
oo wee, ‘m [?]
told them he got buried in the ground, like it’s undertaker
[?] trip, i’m a life taker
[?] stand tall like a skyscr+per
121, and we at the top now
yeah, i want the money, but it ain’t fun with no glocks with it
true story, i ain’t never fold
keep a rap sh+t, but when we see him, we in [?] mode

[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
i’m a n+gga from the mud, b+tch, i ain’t changing
beef with me, you must be seaking death, and i can arange it
she a chooser, see the b+tch hugging on gang and them
i came here [?] got on [?] no names [?]
if he really want the [?] bring the payments in
this a hit stick on my glock, not no basic clip
i got mod ties, your b+tch told me not to play with them
get a n+gga wacked, send a n+gga where angels live
watch her make her money, disappear, chris angel trick
a n+gga threw a grape in the [?]
she gave me all her money by choice, she would strangle a b+tch
it wasn’t beef, you shouldn’t have placed that order when you came in my kitchen
the plug
[chorus: mac j]
in these streets, boy, you gotta put your head first
ain’t no love in this sh+t, get your bread first
when you thugging, don’t be scared to put in leg work
before you ride a bike, you gon’ have to ride the pegs first
b+tch, i’m ganging
i’m a thug from the mud, and i ain’t changing
you gotta pay attention, you know this a different language
gotta pay attention, you know this a different language

- mac j lyrics

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