lurkin - jaydayoungan lyrics
[intro]
i’m ‘posed to been dead
all this money on my head, i’m ‘posed to been dead
(the heroz)
(kp on the beat)
ayy, free queso, b*tch*ass n*gga, mister face*go, mister disrespectful, all that sh*t in one, you know how we rocking
[chorus]
clip full of sh*lls, these ain’t nails, but i’m lurking with the hammer
tryna do a p*ssy*ass n*gga dirty like diana
crossover, hit ’em with three, b*tch, i been working on my handle
no love & hip hop, i’m in love with this glock, swervin’ in atlanta
slidin’ around with jig, he with the sh*ts, plus he booted bad
will smush some sh*t for me, he looking ’round like, “23, who to smash?”
yeah, he gon’ blow for sure, he creep up slow, but hе gon’ shoot it fast
and like the opps, we disappеar like ghosts, how they be movin’ fast
[verse]
we left one with a booty bag, ugh, i can feel his pain
it’s a shame he can’t wipe his own ass and he can’t sh*t the same
d*mn, that’s down bad, he can’t stand up or he can’t sit the same
but i ain’t bragging ’bout this sh*t, just telling you how quick can change
i know this sh*t a dirty game, that’s why i play this sh*t to win
spin a bin, avoid that n*gga knee, make sure you hit his shin
and spin again, witness on the scene, we gotta get it, friend
we really men, this rod, it ain’t proficient, it get business did
don’t f*ck with us, it’s up with us, who tryna f*ck with something? (what up?)
say the word and all my brothers coming which mean them cutters coming (oh, you know we coming, b*tch*ass n*gga)
all my n*ggas like the trash man, b*tch, they in love with dumping
move wrong and that’s your ass, man, this cutter cut your stomach
[chorus]
clip full of sh*lls, these ain’t nails, but i’m lurkin with the hammer
tryna do a p*ssy*ass n*gga dirty like diana
crossover, hit ’em with three, b*tch, i been working on my handle
no love & hip hop, i’m in love with this glock, swervin’ in atlanta
slidin’ around with jig, he with the sh*ts, plus he booted bad
will smush some sh*t for me, he looking ’round like, “23, who to smash?”
yeah, he gon’ blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon’ shoot it fast
and like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin’ fast
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