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the joint committee - we do this shit lyrics

[produced by squay]

[chorus: j gudda]
rollin’ big blunts, we do this sh-t
riding with the strap, we do this sh-t
hustling every day, we do this sh-t
what a n-gga got to say? we do this sh-t
we do this sh-t, all night n-gga we do this sh-t
aye, man, we do this sh-t
do this on sight, we do this sh-t
hustling every day, we do this sh-t

[verse 1: squay]
rolling blunts of that good green, good things coming, got hood dreams
hollow points in this handgun and i’m selling dreams and i’m sipping lean
in the trap, got a hundred squares and i run this sh-t like i was the mayor
calling shots like the referee, got a hundred million dollar recipe
you know i run in that p-ssy, i beat it i beat it
kickin’ sh-t, b-tch yeah i cleat it
wash that -ss and then i clean it, b-tch suck me ‘fore i beat it
riding around and i’m heated, so i’m loading rounds in this clip
and you thought sh-t was sweet ’til i hit your b-tch, we do this sh-t

[verse 2: chris v the g]
ain’t got a xan monopoly, but i be having bars
i just got through with your b-tch so my back be having scars
got d-mn this track is hard, gotta flex it up and make a profit with it
gotta cuff your hoe if you rocking with her, if i shop with her then imma hit it
got icing on my cake, and icing on my wrist
i step into cl-ss late, they like godd-mn this kid is ripped
all polo undergarments, i’m k!lling these folks when i’m styling on ’em
somebody was talking sh-t? gimme an hour and i’m wylin’ on ’em

[chorus]

[verse 3: yung mung]
see me holla my name, stay in the a ’til i die
yeen from here but you always come here, but when it comes night you always duck and hide
do this do this sh-t every d-mn day, comin’ straight out that georgia red clay
city ain’t for the meek, if you turn the other cheek these boys will d-mn sure take your life away, goodbye
rolling my blunt, tryna get sh-t straight, gotta hit that weight
push it like bench press, rising up from the muck, wanna press your luck or your fate?
eastside back on top, do this sh-t booth to the block
run up on your spot, i got the red dot trained on your dome with a brand new shoulder-stop

- the joint committee lyrics

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