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toosii - (jace! diss 3) better off drugs lyrics

(f+ck that n+gga jace!)

say it again+ say it again
(that yellow n+gga a b+tch)

[chorus]
aye, she say she do better on drank, i do better off drugs
hi, look at me i’m jace and i’ll f+ck my plug
i smoke marlboro’s
and i drink corona’s
yeah i’m a f+ckin loner
and my bm don’t give me b+n+rs

[verse 1]
she say she do better on drank, i do better off drugs
the f+ck do we think gon’ happen to the dumb ass n+gga when he bump into one of these slugs?

rip bullets and hit ’em and rip up his tissue, he bleedin inside of the tub
that kinda confuse me cause i thought b+tches don’t bleed underwater, i’m like what the f+ck?
tryna beef for the gang, his better off with some rope and then kicking the chair
n+ggas ain’t real as they said, they be too make believe all the lil’ n+gga do is just stare
i got a gun, he got a gun, n+gga
f+ck it let’s bang it out
tatted the gang on my neck, when his beat pop out we gon’ show you what the gang about
we be like+
(warriors, come out to playyy)

(warriors, come out to playyy)

[verse 2]
(aye, aye)
see, e for ebk, dumb ass n+gga
f+ck do we think gon’ happen to me? he a dumb ass n+gga
last n+gga tried got peter rolled, i’m talking bad
he had to sh+t out his stomach
other one ain’t even make it, lil’ bro got hit in his back, couldn’t walk again

now big bro doin’ 35 locked in a cell and all that he got is a pic
all that i got is my stick
and i’ll be d+mned if i let a b+tch play with the gang
last n+gga play with the gang shoulda seen on his shirt
look up under his brain
he got a gang, i got a gang, n+gga
f+ck it let’s hit the range
and we like+
(forreal)

(yeah)
n+ggas ain’t let sh+t bang
i put a pause on a f+ck n+gga life
like semicolon’s, i ain’t missin’ a thing
mad bout a b+tch
n+ggas be mad ’bout a hoe and be ready to die for a tw+ng
knowin’ a hoe gon’ f+ck when a n+gga get packed up
picture her on top of her hands
and i’ll be like you+
(forreal)
is you lil’ n+gga? just let me know
arp tucked in a moncler jacket
like black ops, i lay down in the snow
i lay down in the cold
n+ggas can’t f+ck my b+tch, they pinocchio
i’ll pull up with that fye, lettin’ sh+t bang
lil’ n+gga even brodie know

[outro]
i’ll pull up with that
i’ll pull up with that
i’ll pull up with that
i’ll pull up with that (shh, shh)
i’ll pull up with that (yeah)

i’ll pull up with the fye
i’ll pull up on a n+gga like pamper, sending sh+t up to the sky
(n+gga)

(forreal)

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