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t.r@bb - joogin' lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
this that body tossed off a roof
you like the tips on shoe laces dog, you out the loop
a lot of n-ggas ran from it shxt they often do
say they offin’ truth. i just offer truth y’all awfully rude
and i ain’t ask for the game it was handed to
i po’ a 4, watch for the 5 and pray my travels true
and i’m tired of these hoes in blazers like turbo from breaking
walter breaking bad. like a bankrupt doctor i’m praying for patience
as i’m riding my chrome, and i’m working my wheels
told my n-ggas it’s time for the push like we biking up hill
live strong armstrong. on my bracelet you yellow
plus you sugar, but word to the hill, i feel like romelo
i’m my brothers keeper. pray he don’t meet the reaper
my n-gga boxed in the can i’mma wyld out til they release him
“a lot den changed. a lot of n-ggas den lost it.”
playing like they 76, and they thought they’d beat boston
d-mn i feel annointed. dare the devil to ever see
it feel like i’m sparring the last call at 7 seas
i’m saving for the vette with dare devil leather seats
i’m throwin’ alpha soup up, letters read rip
it’s like you slappin funk flex, bombs on yo fade
when you amongst the renegades you’ll see lines shutter shades
gators snapping no everglades
if ks blow you’ll have no face
and 1 logo, off the top sl!ck. my soul glow

[hook]
i’m jumping off the stage, melee in the crowd
oh you never metta elbows in the house
i guess you think you harden. but this a celebration
that’s how it hits when my musics in rotation

i’m joogin’
i’m joogin’

[verse 2]
don’t ask for a verse from t.r@bb he ruining features like nip tuck
if you town’ down throw that n up. my girl a pin up
yo girl get pent up. like block off the gl-ss
then get tossed out like jazz
hit downlow (ostertaged)
my n-ggas was at the party ciroc’n
tried to p-ss that orange to the 5 like (stockon)
told them to leave e(m’ alone). i don’t indulge in those toxins
then like the mountains in (utah) got back to rocking. yo stop it
you don’t really wanna get it poppin, you wildin’
i’m cleaning clocks like i’m detailing watches. so watch it
with ufc hands that you dont wanna see of course
and i’m showing knees like cheyenne pe shorts
we geroge lucus we came to make a scene
we baring out. this like the power cling, got em slitting they wrist
you know that emo thing
circle of excellence we like the created team

[hook]

[verse 3]
my tracks slap like truck slaps
ran laps in my suede max
flow spark like 4 flats
flow get me blue like gym mats
ratchet ho on my wood tip. i smashed her and her big sis
plus lil sis, no kiss
now thats what i call a tre’ flip
bloop
they still hit me up
bloop
naw i can’t pick you up
i’m on the road to progess and thumbs up don’t get picked up
so thumbs down. they give my music hands up. two thumbs up
pf changs 5 stars
tent city hot bars
who is going harder?
somebody please let me know
i feel like i’m on fire, i musta hit 3 shots ina row
oh my god it’s overflow. i’m who they poured the oil on
you better turn yall cameras on
for i blackout you’ll need candles home
oh lord where did the commas go
these bars are going on and on
just long enough to noose your self
or bungee flair. the shxts unfair
kobe to jordan why would you compare?
i was in heaven when i wrote this hear
always a problem when i link with blair
he threw the cup, i ran up the stairs
[hook]

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