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just might - deezy216 lyrics

[hook]
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion

[verse 1 * deezy216]
i f*ck her don’t cuff her i leave her
i got her on that justin bieber
she give me brain like a teacher
keep telling myself i don’t need her
she telling me that she in love with me
haha that sh*t funny
she look at me ask why i’m laughing
cuz b*tch you only love the money
i’m trapping just to pay the bills
rappin tryin get a deal
they kicking me down while i’m struggling
you don’t know how that sh*t feel
these b*tches claiming that they run for me
if you just came for the money don’t f*ck with me
throwin up ls for the gs showing love for me
f*ck all you boys that ain’t stunt with me aye
call the plug on tuesday, said i need it today
smokin on that dope aye, leaning off that bombay
met that girl on thursday, took her home on friday
went to church on sunday then f*cked again on monday
diamonds on me dancing, yo b*tch where them bands at
catch me with the gas pack i flip sh*t like a handstand
ya b*tch she rolling up for me, got her rolling b*tt naked
i been leaning off that bombay b*tch i’m faded aye
[hook]
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion

[verse 2 * keez]
i’m the n*gga in the durag, all these, trapping for a birkin bag
old jeans ya the pants sag, ben t but ya b*tch bad
god d*mn i’ma hit that, pack n*gga i flip that
with a brick i’ma get that, wait
tat tat tat tat tat tat tat, a chopper be coming a tech
all a my n*ggas be coming to rap, you b*tches coming they lookin so fat
wait, save that for twan, wait hold up shout out twan’s mom
wait what, i get the money the paper be coming
that sh*t be so funny my n*ggas be jumping, jumpin
hold up, you know that we k!ll it with deezy
i swear that this sh*t is so easy
i throw it to pat and then reese
my n*ggas gon k!ll it deceasing
my n*ggas don’t get it for free, all of them n*ggas pay me
all of them n*ggas come in, they gon party
september 3rd, they wanna be
my n*ggas trapping and jumping and flipping the packs
y’all n*ggas don’t know bout that, y’all n*ggas never touched crack
y’all never been stood in the kitchen and whipped it like that
get it like that, all of my n*ggas was tripping like that
all off the acid they smokin them blunts and they gunna just pass it
my n*ggas gon trash it, my n*ggas ain’t skaters
all of yo n*ggas is dressed like some haters
all of my n*ggas is dressed like some rock stars, in some nice cars
[hook]
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion

[verse 3 * twanmnzl]
kickin sh*t and i be flexing, i just bought this new necklace
kickin flavor ya they hate this, got her kicking and she racin
flexin baby i got a b*tch and she suckin d*ck no innocent
just bought a 30 clip ya, and it’s wrapped around my f*ckin hip
got a 40 cal 30 clip and a uzi gun wrapped around my hip
got a beamer, benz, and a dirty whip and a couple commas but they for ya b*tch
dime bags it’s some dime bags
couple b*tches into talking trash
if you talking that gon get sad i k!ll a kid birkin body bag
hit me up if i got the work
coma high i hit a bird
f*ck a b*tch and f*ck her friend
cuz we posted up september 3rd
i flip the b*tch and i got it, all these b*tches they want it
all these b*tches they be on it, all these b*tches they be salty
all these b*tches getting salty, all these b*tches they don’t want me
flippin the pack and they want me
f*ckin that b*tch they all wanted the man, i pull up and shoot at ya man
i got all these b*tches they want me, i’m flipping that pack and they getting so lonely
i’m f*ckin ya b*tch while she f*ckin her friend
i be getting it in ya she get it she want me
{hook]
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion
i just might pull up like this, these b*tches know me as the kid
i just might f*ck on ya b*tch, pass the b*tch around the crib
chef curry i be whipping, yo b*tch on my d*ck and she tipping
i only f*ck if she a christian, i keep it true to my religion

- deezy216 lyrics

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