tcdagawd - jugg szn lyrics
[verse 1: tc]
we up in this b-tch
mad at me cause i’m actually getting lit
i’m a problem that you n-gg-s can’t fix
we go crazy cause we on some sh-t
we keeping it hot for north carolina
from nc all the way to f-cking china
singing “panda” but ain’t rocking no designer
you looking stupid talking bout’ i can’t find her
she’s rocking with me oh well
she’s ringing my bells
i’m powerful like cell
don’t f-ck with that boy tyrel
try to jugg on me and you’ll fail
break that p-ssy up like gl-ss and i like the way she yell
and i’m leaving you n-gg-s hanging like rails
she turning me on like the laptop dell
(woo!) n-gg- i’m flexing
i’m that n-gg- she’s texting
you’re the only one that’s stressing
you’re the curse and i’m blessing (x2)
[chorus: lil flexxxico]
jugg season little n-gg- better run that sh-t
got the block hotter than my mother f-cking b-tch
when we out on these streets gotta hit them licks
jugg season little n-gg- better run that sh-t
jugg season little n-gg- better run that sh-t better run that sh-t, jugg season little n-gg- better run that sh-t better run that sh-t
[verse 2: 4our2wenty]
juggin season robbin season
420 just stealing souls
i don’t care about no hoe i f-ck a b-tch and then i’m gone
f-ck your b-tch yeah to my song then i buy that b-tch a thong
i’m just trying to get rich and put my family on
ahhhh i could give a f-ck about a hater
i got no problems jugging for paper
my whole family some paper chasers
pop used to be a dope dealer then i he just moving patients
big bro locked up in the cell so i’m patiently waiting
got the loudest loud in durham so big blunt sh-t i be facing
in my sonata i’m racing i don’t f-ck with none of that white
but i’m not racist money the only thing i’m chasing
[chorus]
[verse 3: lil flexxxico]
yeah, yeah better run that sh-t
motherf-cker or i’ll leave you brainless
on the street with the smith & wesson yo i shoot you, motherf-cker yoi come and busting at your crew
little motherf-cking b-tches you ain’t nothing to me, motherf-ckers out here yo we straight from nc
what f-cking ripping sh-t yo these n-gg-s gonna quit
after they hear this motherf-ck this
motherf-ck that motherf-ck all of y’all
y’all ain’t nothing to a king yall better go get your guard up motherf-cking god up in the building and i start this f-cking spaz, sitting at your f-cking ligaments
motherf-cker you can’t predict the predicaments
first [?] motherf-cker hit you with the billy bat
motherf-cker yo i’m going crazy man
mothef-cker nc raised me
motherf-cker nc crazy
little motherf-cking b-tches brazy
yo i ain’t f-cking them lazy
yeah and f-ck you if you lazy
gotta put in work gotta put [?] put them in the dirt motherf-cker [?] huh and i go berserk on this f-cking track
motherf-cker you ain’t nothing you don’t need me yeah i’m better than that
[chorus]
[verse 4: ski mask the slump god] it’s drug season (drug season) need a reason whip that b-tch like a racist [?] ayy and i be whipping that whip no b-tch i don’t hit the whip suck on my d-ck like a sip (suck on it, suck on it) why yo lil b-tch on my d-ck? ayy shoutout [?] we up in the party (where we at?) in the party 1997 trucker hat ed hardy pull up to the motherf-cking flexing ayy no necklace i’m sweating that b-tch wanna suck ayy i like bricks yuh tetris ayy hold up look at my new shirt that b-tch pull up in the gucci ayy ayy i got double d’s [?] designer like louie ski wanna tickle on her p-ssy ooo she gucci ayy i got me pink on gooey we sliming green [?]
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