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rtb mb – juggin lyrics

juggin lyrics
[intro]
gang, rtb, n+gga
come on

[verse]
juuging and finessing, i just got another 30+ball
helen keller to the opps, i never heard of y’all
he was dissing on them tweets and now he dead, a birdie called
i thought i seen him on tv, light+serving y’all
brodie put a switch on this bl!ck, now he hurting y’all
she off a ten in the kitchen, d+mn, she finna burn the dog
n+ggas getting stingy with the rock, i had to learn to hog
i came in, ran the game, i ain’t learn to crawl
really finna take over my ‘migos like i’m offset
told lil’ baby, “get up on the team ‘fore my stock jеt”
girl, you know you f+cking with the g.o.a.t., this ain’t stockx
yeah, i’m the hottеst in the city, i ain’t dropped yet
b+tch want my c+ck, bet, told her ass, “not yet”
leaning off the act’, right, i ain’t touch the wock’ yet
riding in a lamb’ skin, these is not ‘vettes
i just bought some dior ’22’s, don’t know the cost yet
i’m gucci, louis, prada, my n+gga, he swiped a fifteen
i ain’t tripping that you slid up in her dm ’cause my b+tch mean
i’m blacking out, i’m seeing red tryna get green
and i ain’t worried ’bout no threats ’cause this bl!ck heem
finessed the— (alright, yeah)
finessed the chrome hearts with the raf simons, yeah, the rip jeans
your b+tch love the way i dress, i ain’t worried ’bout no drip team
young n+gga smacking bad ho’s, i was sixteen
she got a ford, i can’t focus
but, her p+ssy bomb, had to hit her in the lotus
i just hit her mom, pray to god she don’t notice
my white boy got eleven straps like sabonis
f+ck twelve, that’s a bonus
we gon’ pull up with them sticks for a bam like a jonas
get your main b+tch out the crib, she tried to bone us
i got a lamb’ and it ain’t sh+t, yeah, i own it
only the fam’ with me, got sticks for opponents
told her when she go and get the bag, bring it faster
switches on the glock, had a mag’ singing after
i heard you hit her booty, you an assing master
i’ma pull up with that iron, n+gga, hash+slinging slasher
i’m tryna walk a n+gga down, i ain’t tryna hit no crib up
you call you girl, she decline, if i call, then she pick up
b+tch, i’m a squirrel, i ain’t even tryna chill, i want a quick nut
but, her mouth was tiny, she couldn’t even get the tip up
me and [?] really wockstars, we finna sip up
mini trevor with them green beams, they tried to trip us
riding ’round with that mob stick, i can’t slip up (n+gga)
[outro]
rtb, n+gga, gang

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