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get sum more - jay woo lyrics

[intro]
you the type of n*gga that’ll laying up with a b*tch
but i’m the type of n*gga that’ll kick it to the door
you were taking lines and then complain about this sh*t
but i’m the type of n*gga that’ll go and get some more

[chorus]
married to the money, we never getting divorced
[?]
balling on n*ggas, like i trying out for a sport
ice stunt the wood had to light it with a torch
why on the street, n*gga get back on the porch
i’m going to send it out there 30 roundd or more
erica i got plenty b****** if you had to make a choice
stacking on these jackson’s, like i’m trying to build a fort
smashing all this traffic, got the pedal to the floor
isle on my jackеt, but my shirt is said dior
we was on the mattress, how wе end up on the floor
she a boogie b*tch, i told her drive it like a porsche
you the type of n*gga that’ll laying up with a b*tch
but i’m the type of n*gga that’ll kick it to the door
you were taking lines and then complain about this sh*t
but i’m the type of n*gga that’ll go and get some more

going to get some more, yeah go and get a bag
i don’t drive sick, got designer on my ass
i ain’t squashing sh*t n*gga you ain’t get a pass
all this ship popping so i got a n*gga mad
bought a b*tch a cougar but she driving in a jag
you gon to see the future if i leave you in the past
every time i do it, and when i up it, i’ma blast
imma be the reason, that i’m talked bout in town
i’m the be the reason why your b*tch act different
[?]
i don’t do the cappin but i do rock 50’s
i don’t let a p*ssy n*gga blemish my image
you might be a dime, but you can’t get a penny
more to my word, i might explain it like jimmy
imma keep on shooting till the draco empty
i can make a call, and make you go missing
smoking on the bag doing a hundred down the alley
money over b*tches, i ain’t trying to find a balance
i’m trying to mix the dope, i am trying to mix your family
i just trying to make some dough bunching to make aloe
all the smoking cookies but it don’t come out the oven
you a capping ass a n*gga, i ain’t really with the bluffing
if a n*gga get off, he going to feel the repercussions

[chorus]
married to the money, we never getting divorced
[?]
balling on n*ggas, like i trying out for a sport
ice stunt the wood had to light it with a torch
why on the street, n*gga get back on the porch
i’m going to send it out there 30 roundd or more
erica i got plenty b****** if you had to make a choice
stacking on these jackson’s, like i’m trying to build a fort
smashing all this traffic, got the pedal to the floor
isle on my jacket, but my shirt is said dior
we was on the mattress, how we end up on the floor
she a boogie b*tch, i told her drive it like a porsche
you the type of n*gga that’ll laying up with a b*tch
but i’m the type of n*gga that’ll kick it to the door
you were taking lines and then complain about this sh*t
but i’m the type of n*gga that’ll go and get some more

- jay woo lyrics

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