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machctm - jugg lyrics

(intro)
glllllllttttttttttt , gang ,gang ,gang

i’m bouta talk my sh-t

ya know the f-cking vibes

glltt ,glltt ,glltt, glltt

mhmm

(chorus)
these n-gg-s is sick don’t want me to make it (woah)
but i got the drip i cannot move basic (gang)
i’m taking your b-tch she giving me face yea dont
talk to me slick you could get replaced (ahhh)
i’m only 16 and i’m getting this cream getting money yea i’m living my dream (glltt)
live it up all these b-tchs on me know w-ssup n-gg-s hating on me

(verse 1)
i jug and finesse yea i’m on my grind (i jugg )
can’t waste no time yea i’m tryna shine
these n-gg-s move wock yea they outta line (glltt ,glltt) i gotta nine leave em traumatized
gotta couple sisters that’ll get u lined
got a couple n-gg-s that’s down to ride for a homicide yea they down to ride yea
look at me i’m going crazy (gang)
these b-tchs they calling me baby (woah)
grown men they really be hating but f-ck it i ain’t gon debate them
all they want is the clout bunch of p-ssy n-gg-s running they mouth (they p-ssy)
i should i run up in they house leave em right their tied on the couch (gang)
2 4 on my back like i’m kobe these b-tchs wanna get to know me
got a shorty i’m keeping it low key (woah) ain’t f-cking with them yea i’m doley
(doley)
they saying that i’m moving funny i told them i’m getting this money (cheddar)
she was playing me like i’m a dummy i’m eating u know i was hungry
get to the bag i gotta go (go) these n-gg-s know me yea i’m on the road
i’m kissing your shorty she getting wet (woah)
she calling me daddy she giving me neck
i’m wit the gang yea we up next we getting this bag yea we jugg and finesse (i jugg )
applying pressure got our foot on there necks she feeling my vibe she call me the best

(verse 2)
n-gg-s hating but that sh-t ain’t working (i jugg )
get to the bag yea i hopped in my burkin (glltt)
these n-gg-s mad while i’m flexing on purpose
count all this cash while my ex shorty hurting
left her in the p-ss like i was allergic(woah) used to be scared used to be nervous
now b-tchs calling me when they shirtless (they calling me)
now b-tchs wanna f-ck me on purpose i f-cked her then i dubbed her (dub)
told her that i neva loved her (na) she was a k!ll for the
weekend
told her n-gg- ,she was cheating (she cheating)
she wanted to f-ck wit a rapper
she ain’t know i was a actor
(na)
she wanted a n-gg- to eat it (what)
what b-tch f-ck you thinking she gave me brain then i blow out her back (glltt)
almost gave that b-tch a d-mn heart attack (woah)
i don’t care ya n-gg-s is wack i don’t know who said ya could rap (na)
ya ain’t f-cking wit me that’s a fact
and i got my own drip no cap (yea)
told shorty that her sh-t was fat she throw it back she was making it clap
i’m getting money don’t know how to act ( i don’t ) got my hoodie up i don’t wear hats
got the whole hood up on my back thank god i never sold crack (never)
father raised me good i knew how to act father raised me good i knew how to act
i getting this bag i’m counting my cash (i’m counting my cash )
i’m chasing this bag while ya n-gg-s is mad (glllttt)

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