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average - jais lyrics

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gorilla grip tight it could even shoot a uzi
got good coochie make a n*gga buy a bui
certified hood but the p*ssy really boujie
yo n*gga said i love you and i told him i ain’t lucy

i make these b*tches mad like a ring why you moody
is it cus i got some double d bags and a booty
he said he wanna eat so i said yours truly
you fake chain wearin ass n*ggas ain’t nudy

mad b*tch
sad b*tch
hope you know i’m glad b*tch
even in yo mamas womb you was still an average

mad b*tch
sad b*tch
uh
ever since yo mamas womb you been an average

i make em drop on the block like a n*gga said shots
big b*tch with a tude and they be callin it hot
under dressed at the club cus i don’t carry a mop
no perc but* this *still* gonе* pop ay

you f*cked that n*gga now you payin for the plan b
my n*gga f*ck me thеn he wipe me like a baby
type of p*ssy that will make a n*gga crazy
gotta sign the nda you n*ggas won’t shade me
i got them big bands
sellin hoes just like the white man
if she talkin sh*t hit ha wit the grand slam
n*gga stuck to the p*ssy need some d*mn pam
prolly cus i let him hit it like bam bam

gotta lot rich n*ggas with my number in their phone
half of em be bitter cus i never let em bone
you can leave that pimpin sh*t to them itty bitty hoes
ain’t never need my knees when it comes to these clothes

i’m getting to the money , f*ck a friend f*ck a foe
throw in that b*tch bet i win toe to toe
just blew on a bag , pimped a b*tch here’s some mo
life gone be crazy when all my sh*t blow

yea b*tch, i’m going up b*tch
f*ck you hoes

- jais lyrics

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