realgon - jug lyrics
[intro]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a+
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a+
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a+
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a+
[chorus]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100+round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no
[verse]
yeah, i ain’t ever duckin’ smoke, i pass it to the gang
laser on his top, now he glowin’ like a chain
told him keep it cool but he really want the static
now his mama cryin’, face up on a jacket
[chorus]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100+round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no
[chorus + slowed]
(this mixtape was hosted by dj griblegrab)
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100+round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no
[verse + slowed]
yeah, i ain’t ever duckin’ smoke, i pass it to the gang
laser on his top, now he glowin’ like a chain
told him keep it cool but he really want the static
now his mama cryin’, face up on a jacket
[chorus]
yeah, i came out the muscle now my wrist look like a lake
100+round drum it turn his hoodie to a cape
(th+th+th+this mixtape was hosted by dj griblegrab)
told that boy don’t run, now his soul up in the air
money on his top, left his face up on a shirt
i been stackin’ dirty money bands ’till they pop
i don’t talk a lot, but that fn make them drop
10 bands on the curb, got yo bm in the whip
told her i don’t love her, she still wishin’ she was this, no
[verse]
yeah, i ain’t ever duckin’ smoke, i pass it to the gang
laser on his top, now he glowin’ like a chain
told him keep it cool but he really want the static
now his mama cryin’, face up on a jacket
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