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charged up - ebk young joc lyrics

[intro]
(she ain’t talking b*tt, she just out here on some thot sh*t)
(bye felisha, i ain’t got time for that nonsense)
(my slime wanna’ up, i pass the bl!ck he k!ll him (?))
(stretcher pick em’ up, f&n overdosed him with some hot sh*t)
(got it out the mud with my thug, now we up and they can’t stop it)
(i just might hit the road with yo’ b*tch cause i got options)
(better watch my cup, reach for my lean pick yo’ coffin)

[verse]
i been on the road n*gga (on road)
i don’t like square, b*tches need a gold digger
so em’ drop when i*, after show hit em’ (pah pah pah pah)
every city that we touch we got pole with us
but you know that
n*ggas broke ran out of monеy, they posting throwbacks
shooter with me, ugly n*gga look likе kodak
tryna’ drop a brick, my b*tch said “don’t you pour that” (don’t you do it)
ain’t this bout’ a b*tch ran out of za, where the dope at? (f*ck)
i’ll leave a n*gga flat like a door mat (ha ha)
she told me “jocy eat the*”, i said “no ma’am” (no, what the f*ck)
my uncle still selling white, lindsey lohan
the og’s can’t tell me sh*t, i’m a grown man (can’t tell me nun)
baby bottle pop, aye you tryna’ throw in
if ain’t no hoes in the function, i won’t go in
them n*ggas up no matter what, b*tch we gon’ win
yep, let me tell you something
brodie said some* shhh, brodie got the scaley jumping (what?)
b*tches and bottles come get litty, got the telly jumping (come pull up)
high ass f*ck, boy i don’t remember yo’ name (i don’t remember)
air force 1’s nike call em’ cocaine (k 1’s)
i got gas everywhere this that propane (i got cash)
turnt, i could f*ck a b*tch off my bro name (what the f*ck)
i ain’t cuffing on no thot, cause you hoes lame (b*tch)
big body yelling move, it hog the whole lane (skrtt)
bust down but lil brodie and nem’ cop plain jane (they copped plain janes)
ride for you, you ride for me we from the same gang (from the same gang)
60k, add it up that’s just in every chain
plus my drip be on stupid i don’t need a stylist (i don’t need em’)
think he hard, ho it’s nothing to shoot the demon out em’
(i shoot it out him)
running laps around these n*ggas, left a ring around em’ (ring of laps)
at 13 we was running up into people houses
i see lean and pee lean, b*tch i’m sleeping ounces
bro a reaper but he cool, so don’t bring it out em’ (don’t bring em’ up)
that n*gga broke in his feelings, he just upped a thousand (how the f*ck?)
b*tch i come from poverty and them public housings (i’m from poverty)
i was a kid when i seen a body and just walked around it (around it)

- ebk young joc lyrics

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