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njc - i don't sing lyrics

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(uh)
(woah, woah, woah, woah)
(uh)
(ay, i don’t sing though)

told that lil b+tch, yeah i rap, i don’t sing (i don’t sing)
she got freaky all on me
all on my gucci belt and jeans (all on my jeans)
she was really mad when i hit and i told her i’m 18 (i’m 18)
i had to air her boyfriend out because he pulled up made a scene (he made a scene)

ay, f+ck all that singing sh+t, throw that beat back down
i’m on the block wit’ my mans, we on patrol, but we ain’t no cops (no cops)
swervin’ through traffic, we all off the gas, we paranoid
yeah we clutching them glocks (them glocks)
(bow, bow, bow) always in a pack, yeah always in a flock
only come out at night in the am o’clock (o’clock)

i’m always lurking, yeah (lurking, lurking)
shooters alerted (alerted)
pop out at your party, the pot get to stirring (get to stirring)
the poles get to burning (burning)
where is your mans
he ain’t even help you
he ain’t even jump in the fight, he observing (he observing)
the circle surrounding me, ain’t no one disloyal
so i guess in geometry consider me learned (you can consider me learned)
woah

learned how to rhyme on the track, so now my flow hot like a furnace (hot, hot)
roll up a wood, you can smell the exotic that’s burning
counting up racks on racks on racks, this sh+t got my fingers hurting (hurting, hurting)
blue strips in my pants, but i let a b+tch think i’m broke ‘cuz she really gotta earn it (she gotta earn it)
i wouldn’t give a hoe 10 cents if she belong to the streets ‘cuz she really ain’t worth it

it really ain’t worth it, yeah, to beef with me
‘cuz when i pull up, you gon’ give up
i ain’t even have to reach for a piece (you don’t want beef)
i ain’t even have to pop no bean
i ain’t even have to sip no lean
if you aiming them shots at me
then you know you comin’ for the team (on god)

on god, i pull up wit’ the team
we be steady countin’ green
all these toxins in my body make me think
gonna go and cop a h+llcat ‘cuz godd+mn that b+tch look mean
you cannot talk to me because in high school you hit yo’ peak

(uh, hit yo’ peak, uh)
(i be dripping, walking just like a leak, uh)
(got these b+tches and they all wet like a creak)
(uh)
(yeah)

- njc lyrics

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