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shhh - abk jt lyrics

[chorus]
shh, shh, shh, come on yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on
yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on

[verse 1]
my mama proud of the man that i am
taxin’ these n*ggas just like uncle
sam
got in the booth and i found me a sound
if she gon’ leave, i won’t trip, give a d*mn
i ran a rack to the motherf*ckin’ ceiling
one of the ones i’ma stand on the business
i got some money, this sh*t it feel different
kids runnin’ up and they ask for pictures
b*tches be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
f*ckin’ hеr good, she gon’ feel when i’m in it
keep it on p, i can’t speak on thе business
heater on me, so h*ll nawl , i ain’t trippin’
ice out my heart, so this sh*t it feel different
i got a chrome heart tee, and i got a pole on me
these n*ggas talkin’ that drill sh*t n*ggas ain’t road on me
when i jumped in this sh*t, i knew it would be different
i cut off if she speak on the business
freaky lil’ b*tch, she gon’ show me her titties
i’m on the phone recording with different b*tches
i know this lifestyle would be different
i pray that bro them beat every case
cause they on the block just like everyday
and they stack it up just like everyday
derez de’shon they took the harder way
ball tomorrow , i’ma ball today, yeah, whatever i make
[chorus]
shh, shh, shh, come on yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on
yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on

[verse 2]
i got on three rings, three hoes
i treat her good, might paint the b*tch toes
n*ggas can’t walk in my shoe, they gon’ fold n*ggas be b*tchin’, they breakin’ the code
now for the moment, i’ll ball when i’m old
trick if i like it if not, then i’m gone
all of my opps, they get rolled up sippin’ on lean up, never sober
put the gas in the air, smell the odor hop out the car, and walk down and stand over him
yea’ i don’t know nun bout peezy but all of my brothers, they tryna do overk!ll
n*ggas opps don’t come over here in the back of the car with the gas and the pole in here
that’s your b*tch, why she over here? and yeah, i’m so locked in with gang, hope they know it real
pffffffff, that how the switch sound, n*gga come through, make them get down, n*gga
yeah, she love when i f*ck her n*ggas be rats, master splinter
all of that sneak dissin, that these n*ggas be doin’ we catchin’ em’ and eatin’ for dinner
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
shh, shh, shh, come on yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on
yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on

- abk jt lyrics

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