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don't look up, it's bad - jay nice lyrics

[intro: jay nice]
the jig is up, n*gga
supreme

[verse 1: jay nice]
should’ve bought your [?] ’cause this time i bought the calibre
darts with the silencers, choppers knocking you off of your balance
you falling backwards, i started laughing
the officers called at march massacre
i haul africas
escaped through the portal, i travelled to north africa
frosted carol of course, we started to talk capital
taught a class of some foreign traffickers, all of em amateurs
the boss had to resort to strong where raw talent was
i bought back a plug, n*ggas be talking action but i call a cab and i’m savage
clapping the largest automatic guns
custom made for the targеt practice, autograph the slugs
my forces too massivе to have to budge, you oughta pack it up
had a grudge with an op [?]
traffic once was on his hat, i stalked his ass for months
thought i lost his track, fast forward
my immobiliare partner had called my jack, he caught at the club lacking
of course i had the pump

[verse 2: left lane didon]
peep
got tools infinite, we built the militia to move militant
you done if you don’t do your due diligence
who benz is this? we threw sh*lls in there and the increments
don’t care who his n*ggas is, we ain’t interested
we give your wig a lift
we ain’t heroes, we villainous
a beam on each pole leaving the littlest, we’ll stomp you if i riddle sh*t
keep em balanced like the middle kid, been a while since i’ve felt the rib
i’m getting big, that dinner piling, sh*t, it filled the frige
glocks get additions, that’s a mop in the kitchen
n*ggas get glistened for their top be admitting
but that don’t stop the business
you too friendly, you ain’t opposition
i cook the chicken in that pot you p*ss in
clown you not this different
career criminal, i get you together off shared principle
i sprint to school and you ain’t bring a pencil, dude
at this point, lines fade out my scalp and appear digital
you bobbing for apples, that job’s mythical
immobiliare invincible
stupid n*gga, you
[outro: left lane didon]
f*ck outta here man (f*ck outta here)
you stupid stupid man
stupid man
stop playing with us
sh*t, immobiliare get the money
that’s well known, n*gga
eastside (eastside)
yo, pass that dough

- jay nice lyrics

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