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first day out - jay cinco lyrics

[verse 1]
i might cop a cuban link today, i’m feelin’ good
20 thousand, that’s all profit, wish yo’ n*gga could
i got shot, ain’t learn my lesson, right back in the hood
we posted outside with drac’s, i wish a n*gga would
he diss me on a ‘gram, when i catch him he done
n*gga snake me for my b*tch, but just watch how i come
got a better one with the same name, i’ma double or nothin’
he f*cked my b*tch, he think he one up, that n*gga a bum
n*ggas pants be tight as sh*t, man, these n*ggas be sus
i’on see no competition, my n*gga, it’s just us
he said he paid 60 for that chain, that sh*t ain’t adding up
you could lie to all these b*tches, you ain’t fooling us
made a hunnid off of pro tools, n*gga mad i ain’t post you
left my ex and got a badder one like i’m supposed to
n*ggas cappin’ ’bout co signs, man, he don’t even know you
he ain’t seen a hunnid in a day, well n*gga, i’ma have to show you
couple n*ggas b*tches tried to f*ck me, i can’t do that, i’m too real
i might fly his b*tch to mexico, i’m tryna k!ll
these n*ggas cappin’ ’bout being gangsta, i was in a field
we was shootin’ sh*t foreal, he ain’t like that, let’s be foreal
n*ggas mention me in they mentions, i’m tryna… beef foreal

[bridge]
i’m tryna beef foreal, n*gga
last n*gga diss my block, his block ain’t seen that n*gga still
real sh*t, n*gga
[verse 2]
i might cop the beamer the rover or a rarri
she act like she don’t like me on a net, call me sayin’ ”sorry”
man, somebody come and get they daughter
before i f*ck her, can’t deny, p*ssy like water
she just so freaky, she like a demon, i’on know what they taught her
i wish she a give a n*gga the sh*t back that i bought her
she call me daddy when i’m f*ckin’, i’on know her father
i’ll look right past the b*tch even if i saw her
b*tches who i thought i couldn’t f*ck, now i could f*ck ’em
hunnid in a duffel, needed chip like ruffles
stuffed a hunnid, hunnids in my go yard like i’m russel
hunnid k and have ’em dead, i ain’t move a muscle
at first you was tryna clear yo’ name, i’on even know no more
i was tryna buy a crib inna a, i’on even wanna go no more
i tried to stop speaking on the dead, but they don’t even show remorse
so we ain’t gon’ show remorse, set him up just send a wh0re
every n*gga i was genuine to turned out to be a backdoor
he think he rich, we’ll k!ll him, turn his family back poor
table turned, now his b*tch want me, what you mad for?
just know if you see yo’ b*tch with me just know her ass sore
only thing that fold on me is my money when it fold
when it’s cold, keep the glock in my coat
if you want somebody gone in my city, let me know
my trigger finger itching, bullets like ”let me go”

- jay cinco lyrics

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