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round here - jayjay757 lyrics

[verse 1: jayjay757]
hospital flow, know it’s go, man i’m so ill n*gga (man i’m so ill n*gga) stack missing them aces, like how the f*ck they gone deal with ya
it’s hard body, can’t move me to keep it real with ya (yea)
when war time, we strapped like navy seals
let it go, be no need for ya face, you gone need you a brace
no evidence, ain’t no need for the case (ain’t no need)
two choppers, ain’t no need for the safe
burned my hand got it straight out the pot (un yea)
ain’t no need for the plate
acting tough but you, but you nervous when you out the way
cl!ck full of gorillas and k!llers, i bring em’ out today (bring em out)
he take a stand, make em’ jump man, no dr. jay
n*ggas talk, you see em’ in person, ain’t got a lot to say (what was you)
i be on some other sh*t, like n*gga we ain’t beefing no more (un un)
come home to find me in your mother sh*t (yep)
bring them sticks city to city, ain’t with the sucker sh*t
call me a hound, the blood spill i’m like i love it b*tch (i love it)

[hook: jayjay757]
you don’t want them trap n*ggas at yo house
they be in and out of doors, they saying just put him out (just let em’ out)
you don’t want them trap n*ggas at yo crib
keep them thangs laying round, just telling you what it is (what it is)
you don’t want them trap n*ggas near yo b*tch
cause soon as you turn ya back, they buying that b*tch some sh*t (say what you want)
riding with it that’s the thing round here
n*ggas they don’t play no games round here

[verse 2: jayjay757]
double up, the block jumping like its double dutch
and she don’t f*ck with broke n*ggas, so you might have to double up (come on)
trouble what, we don’t do scams, we take risk
n*gga, hitting that jeweler, put that bangle on your wrist (game time)
b*tch i strangled with the piff, i was smoking and pitching
overall, she got no drawls, let me f*ck in the kitchen
pole dirty, flew a thirty, gotta’ touch it with mittens (don’t touch)
new jag, hitting the gas, might f*ck up the ignition
talking crisscross, jump out the bank just cause i’m p*ssed off (p*ssed)
diamonds in my chain so plain, just know that sh*t floss (you see it)
run across dolo, just cause ya’ cl!ck soft
pack coming straight from miami, like that sh*t rick ross (d*mn)
exhaust, yea n*gga gotta pose a few
tool on me, even on trips, i gotta’ smoke a few (i got it)
when sh*t change and fakes tryna’ get close to you
when they see you getting that bag, now what you pose to do

[hook: jayjay757]
you don’t want them trap n*ggas at yo house
they be in and out of doors, they saying just put him out (just let em’ out)
you don’t want them trap n*ggas at yo crib
keep them thangs laying round, just telling you what it is (what it is)
you don’t want them trap n*ggas near yo b*tch
cause soon as you turn ya back, they buying that b*tch some sh*t (say what you want)
riding with it thats the thing round here
n*ggas they don’t play no games round here

- jayjay757 lyrics

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