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y2k - jaah slt lyrics

[intro]
1*31*20
ya dig?
j*a*a*h*s*l*t

[verse 1: jaah slt]
b*tches mad at me, cause i don’t never give a d*mn
i done moved up b*tch, i ain’t comin’ for a gram
n*gga, put it on your life, you ain’t scared to lose your life
almost died a couple times, but i never think twice
came straight from the south, so i don’t never like ice
i don’t f*ck with no love, so i never want a wife
i don’t got no hoes, trynna f*ck on ruby rose
should’ve cuffed and i ain’t even trynna hoe me
ooh, b*tch we goin’ crazy, i ain’t trynna die, but i’m goin’ kamikaze
suicidal thoughts, got me feelin’ like i’m biggie
i don’t wanna go to h*ll, f*ck the devil, he can see me
i’m excommunicated even though i pray to god
i don’t got no religion, mama think it’s kinda odd
i be laughin’ at these n*ggas who be flexin’ all these rods
like hahahaha b*tch
turned 18 had to get a couple sticks
move too smart, so i’ll never be a l!ck
cut a n*gga up slt slit, whatchu know about that?
huh, n*gga? not sh*t
i need a b*tch who ain’t gonna stress sh*t, so when i’m on the game, don’t blow my sh*t
i don’t got a lot of time, trynna spend it with a dime
even when i’m with an 8, i’m like, d*mn i’m fine
i be breakin’ all the quotas and i’m cold like minnesota
i ain’t never been a b*tch walkin’ round in carolina
n*ggas actin’ real tough talkin’ round, but they be lyin’
hoe be talkin’ big sh*t, walls great, like china
’97 on my feet, but i’m y2k
b*tch i’m livin’ real life, not fake, 2k
shoot a n*gga one time, godd*mn, good day
then, i’ll pass it off to eman, got hoes on the way, huh

[verse 2: eman slt]
i’m hittin’ b*tches that you beatin’ to
i’m gettin’ b*tches that won’t peak at you
i just popped me a perc, finna’ put her ass to work
and i don’t even gotta take her on an interview
yeah girl, i’m kinda into you, you got a couple n*ggas missin’ you
them be the same n*ggas dissin’ me
i’m flippin packs and makin’ sh*t disappear like it’s a mystery
can’t sleep, xans, put me out my misery
couple fake n*ggas askin’ bout’ my history
chains wet team, lookin’ h*lla slippery
i don’t move without my stick i’ll be jittery
i flipped a pack, i’m finna spend it on bae
she said she want a ring, take your ass to kay
i’m trynna holler at your friend, if i may
now she finna’ leave okay, okay, okay
i’m playin’, choppa it be sprayin’
know i gotta beat it up tonight, since you stayin’
i’m the real version, other n*ggas be portrayin’
not one of my n*ggas betrayin’
born in 2k, yeah, american psycho
diamonds they be dancin’, they be dancin’ like michael
i’m a young n*gga, but i don’t got a idle
on my own sh*t so, i don’t got a rival
better watch the throne, boy i came for the title
catch me in the crib with a glock and a rifle
she said my d*ck a tower, yeah n*gga, no eiffel
i just ate some p*ssy and that sh*t was delightful
not 2k, but i’m all on the sticks
all my dawgs fight, n*gga michael and vicks
i just left my finals, n*gga high as a b*tch
my circle small and you square, you should play for the knicks
man, hoes is cappin’, that’s the cat in the hat
i just see a b*tch and think, man i’m all up in that
i’m with pat in the city and he move with a mac
attack and don’t get smacked, all my art is a fact
kick it with your b*tch and she throwin’ it back
more sticks than the woods, i just rolled a wood
birthday 2k and i wish a n*gga would

- jaah slt lyrics

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