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young juve - gassin lyrics

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(p+ssy n+gga pipe down)

(drug man pull up on me right now, i’m steady gassin)

(i’m smoking heavy right now)

(n+gga we moving up we going ya heard me)

i’m steady gassin yo favorite rapper going broke

he had a foreign but he ain’t got that b+tch no more

i’m steady gassin

my momma taught me not to hustle backwards

my daddy ignorant so you know i’m ignorant like my pappy

mashing sliding through the city with my shooters

can’t waste no time, ain’t got no time to be mis using

that paper booming, n+ggas talk what they ain’t doing

don’t do no fronts don’t ask me sh+t just keep it moving

i’m so exclusive still be wilding i’m a nuisance

my youngins noosing out the window with them uzis

no need to brag yo hoe a fan she like my music

don’t size me up cause i might cl!ck out and go stupid

dirty money crеw, buss a move

you gone end up on thе news

broski got a chop, i’m trynna smoke sum with this 22

all i do is win cause i don’t m+th+f+ckin like to lose

you snakeout on me and imma have to take your life from you

twenty in the clip you rarely catch me in some nike shoes

i just stick and move i’m trynna move on money avenue

why you smoking loud because i always got an attitude

money on the floor my hoe a dime and i’m a animal

i’m steady gassin yo favorite rapper going broke

he had a foreign but he ain’t got that b+tch no more

i’m steady gassin

my momma taught me not to hustle backwards

my daddy ignorant so you know i’m ignorant like my pappy

mashing sliding through the city with my shooters

can’t waste no time, ain’t got no time to be mis using

that paper booming, n+ggas talk what they ain’t doing

don’t do no fronts don’t ask me sh+t just keep it moving

don’t ask me nun bout the next b+tch

speak on me you better off writing a death wish

don’t be surprised this draco came with a necklace
keep your composure don’t like groupies in my section

n+gga keep playing ima f+ck around and bless em

b+tch this a glock i don’t not do no smith and wesson

these cop k!llers in my clip ain’t no protection

and ain’t no backing down, this b+tch shoot thirty rounds

just popped a addy, bout to turn up in a b+tch town

lil b+tch said what about me, tell that hoe to say it now

it ain’t no b+tch inside my blood and i’m riding with that stick

n+gga try me ima turn up on a f+ck n+gga quick

i’m steady gassin yo favorite rapper going broke

she had a foreign but she ain’t got that b+tch no more

i’m steady gassin yo favorite rapper going broke

she had a foreign but she ain’t got that b+tch no more

mashing, sliding through the city with my shooters

can’t waste no time, ain’t got no time to be mis using

that paper booming, b+tches talk what they ain’t doing

don’t do no friends don’t ask me sh+t just keep it moving

(b+tch)

- young juve lyrics

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