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the anthem - j0e lyrics

yeah i dont know what i be doin, just walkin around listenin to my music (yeah)
lil shawty you know i’m pursuing, but being with you is a f*ckin illusion
i’m rappin acoustic, my boy is amusing, but i fill your mind with confusion (confusion)
my party exclusive, i told my lil b*tch to go pick up some molly and use it (uh)

i got b*tches on my line giving me pressure (pressure)
haters want me gone b*tch i just give a little gesture (a gesture)
you talkin big bout pullin up, you soft just like a feather (no cap)
homie tried to smoke with us we put him in a stretcher (oh, oh)

got a boy givin me bread (bread)
got a b*tch givin me head (head)
i don’t give a f*ck what he said (he said)
focus on money instead (instead)

i told him i got it without him cause i do this sh*t on my mof*ckin own (oh)
i looked all around and i found him we pullin up on em get hit with the chrome
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 420, b*tch (b*tch)
pickin up a pack, light em up, boy runnin (uh)
got it in the bag, got em all coming
gotta lotta f*cking money rollin in, i’m loving
i dont even know what i’ma do i got a couple grams (couple grams)
not even 21 ain’t gotta plan (gotta plan)
tryna make it in the rap game
got a lotta people tell me its a bad thing (uh)

wait!
i told my boy pull up in a lambo
i had racks on me where did they go
expensive drip, call it vlone (drip)
gimme heat, i gotta ball like tyler herro (swish)
bank account got a few zeros
i get this money, the money get clearer (yuh)
keepin a distance but shawty get nearer
pull up on your b*tch, you know she love me (yeah)
find it kinda funny that you always all up on me (b*tch)
get her off the streets, but that b*tch you know she bug me (bug me)
that b*tch f*cking annoying, gotta get her out the country (uh)

pull up with the racks say “cheese”
all my ice, bling bling, they freeze
i ain’t gotta get her onto her knees
pullin up, with a 40, better say please
i’ve had enough of this f*cking disease
my drip, its a hundred degrees
every night, its a liver disease (uh)
mix the ice with the lean

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 420, b*tch (b*tch)
pickin up a pack, light em up, boy runnin (uh)
got it in the bag, got em all coming
gotta lotta f*cking money rollin in, i’m loving
i dont even know what i’ma do i got a couple grams (couple grams)
not even 21 ain’t gotta plan (gotta plan)
tryna make it in the rap game
got a lotta people tell me its a bad thing (uh)

go, go, go, go
my haters are watchin me blowin up (up)
all of my shooters are pullin up (up)
we changin the flow and you know whats up
i gotta pound and my double cup (cup)
yeah i don’t even need to cover up (cover up)
rappin some fire we light em up (light em up)
yeah i dont know what i be doin, just walkin around listenin to my music (yeah)
lil shawty you know i’m pursuing, but being with you is a f*ckin illusion
i’m rappin acoustic, my boy is amusing, but i fill your mind with confusion (confusion)
my party exclusive, i told my lil b*tch to go pick up some molly and use it (uh)

- j0e lyrics

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