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tate228 - jive lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
d+mn near a hunnid from a couple summers, this ain’t usher money
steady flippin’, i need to hit a l!ck to get that usher money
i appreciate everybody coming out
contact sport, that’s it
[?] of the year, baby
i been rappin’ all over these motherf+ckers, know y’all ain’t tryna hear me rap no mo’
i know tu!, shout out to my n+gga tu!
tu! want me to rap
okay, look, ayy
[verse 1]
uh, can i pop my sh+t again?
they ain’t wanna hear a n+gga rhyme, it took some time for me to get up here
was tired of ridin’ buggies, i hit that sto’ then had to whip a benz
well, really, not really, we just ship it in
had thе lady comin’ up, i know it’s b+tches i will prolly never hit again
it’s crazy, i lost somе friends around the same time that i got that shipment in
.50 in these drums, i got enough to cut up many men
relations couldn’t equate, they hate to see you gettin’ these dividends
these n+ggas are buying shoes to try and prove that they’ve been gettin’ bands
infinite typa views, infinity pools without them swimmin’ in
pull through with your crew, ’round about two, sh+t i’m gonn’ swim again
she says “you a fool.”, i said “that’s true ’cause i’m tryna hit yo’ friend.”
i’m on some sh+t!
for the days that we slept through to a couch
now the pretty hoes you dm’ing got my d+ck in they mouth
she a fool too, with that drool, oo she won’t get this sh+t out
got ’em buggin’, thought i was meddlin’, like i’m gettin’ shi’ now
huh

[interlude]
yuh+yuh+yuh
okay
s+so we ride, n+gga, ay
talk that sh+t
[verse 2]
look
took a minute, had to figure sh+t out
kinda crazy ’cause all that hatin’ had a n+gga in doubt
a couple n+ggas keep my name in they mouth, been talkin’ flavored
better carry on my n+ggas before they carry you out
all that slippin’ gonn’ get your ish, you know we carry a mop
this for my n+ggas who have hands in the couch
on top of under, always hustle, plus i doubled and prepared for the drought
b+tch, i’m with cuz, he keep it on him, plus he ready to pop
it look funny, but it still hit like shawn marion shot
they panickin’ now. kept the flight [?]
i made the call before they answer, they already en route
not by the o’s, i’m talkin’ lows, b+tch no, we carry a pound
strapped to them boys with 36 mo’, now we ready to ride
tryin’ all these sticks, it hit yo’ body like confetti inside
ain’t sayin’ i’m no boss, but i got n+ggas that’s gonn’ f+ck with me
catch you in a penitentiary, give you a buck+50
n+ggas playin’ with my name, but i guess they all must got a death wish
bullets come with that heat, we throwin’ deep like byron leftwich
i went through all the options, i just took what i was left with
know i got some flaws, but i know mine ain’t deeper than the reverends
sellin’ dope to push this music sh+t so i can get some leverage
hopin’ i can manage, spanish b+tches got me in a sandwich
in the hair like dandruff, she’ll drive it to another planet
told the b+tch don’t panic, talkin, he all talk and you can’t fan it, n+gga

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