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arco 4 - 1takejay lyrics

[intro]
scum, tell uno load it up, now i’m locked in
wait, hold up

[chorus]
th*th*that 1takejay, n*gga gotta be the man
sniper gang, he be blowing pounds and bands
he just dropped somebody tax return on some bands
run up on it like he lil baby, you get whammed
he*he, he on gang bang, he not a square, he the man
he don’t even text and vanish mode on a gram
he be tellin’ b*tches wanna talk ’cause they fans
b*tch screen, free baby stupid out the can (wait, hold up)

[verse]
jump while he’s all on my neck, my sh*t dance
osama bin laden, blow a n*gga whole advancе
i chase chicken evеry time, i land it’s for bands
i tell these hoes ain’t no weewee, we not in france
only weewee b*tch that i got in my pants
bi*bi*b*tch, you can suck it if you ain’t tryna suck it and scram
i’m the n*gga who can turn the lexus to a lamb’
i make ten before ten ain’t no green eggs and ham (you broke)
bbls is on me, all them b*tches do is dance
buy your n*gga fenty ’cause that boy a f*cking fan
if you postin’ other people sh*t, delete your f*ckin’ gram
i hate when n*ggas bring up an idea, not pants
ain’t no pointers on that n*gga body, but it’s hands
how the f*ck you hustlin’ ain’t never showed the gram? (how?)
when n*gga poppin’ to me, i reply, “yes ma’am” (shut up)
i hate when broke people get to calling me they fam (why?)
roof, roof, i need you in a 4*point stance
if you don’t shake that monkey in my section, b*tch you playin’
you in the club, broke, n*ggas fry without a pan
if you ain’t throwin’ money in my section, n*ggas bam
i make bad girls swallow d*ck who no fans
n*ggas callin’ thoughts to hangout, i call it plan
i book a bnb and never post it on my gram
if she pull up, she got tickle bitties and some yams (we got yams)
by the time n*ggas catch up, i’m on some new sh*t
my attitude really black as f*ck, but i’m the blueprint
if you’re always complainin’ about your b*tch, get a new b*tch (shut up)
if you’re always complainin’ about your n*gga, get a new n*gga
i*i*i wish my daddy was a boss, but i’m not lil meech
i had to get it out the mad that sh*t was real deep
vlone on me, for my friends who can’t bleed
moment of endless silence long sleeve kc3
[chorus]
th*th*that 1takejay, n*gga gotta be the man
sniper gang, he be blowing pounds and bands
he just dropped somebody tax return on some bands
run up on it like he lil baby, you get whammed
he*he, he on gang bang, he not a square, he the man
he don’t even text and vanish mode on a gram (on a gram)
he be tellin’ b*tches wanna talk ’cause they fans
b*tch screen, free baby stupid out the can (can)

- 1takejay lyrics

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