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blakk spatzz - jid lyrics

[chorus]
do you worry what the f-ck i got done
i’m on some dope sh-t
worry ’bout the women i’m f-ckin’
go get your own b-tch
worry ’bout who paper you [scr-pe?]
[who bread the longest?] / but
she ain’t worried when them shots
ring out in the club (-puh puh puh puh puh-)
worry when we walk on the scene
my team the strongest
team strong as us
your b-tch b-tch belong with us
yea in paper we trust
we on some strongest
we on the stongest
we on some strong sh-t

[verse 1: j.i.d]
three things you know about me
i’m with a south b-tch on south beach in south beaches
these hoes hang offa the words that the mouth preaches
so i give their -ss king sh-t (-king sh-t-) b-ss head and benz sh-t
imma be sh-t like 36 and yellablack
but as early as before that n-gga got h-lla fat
little dante down the street had h-lla gats
so you live and you die like that, that’s a fact
rest in piece, smoke a blunt, f-ck a black
little -ss gangsters, tough -ss n-ggas need spankin’
mama ain’t hug you, n-ggas all tough
’til the pressure hit the fan, little n-gga be a man
big paper gon’ stand in the courthouse
wish you had a fatty -ss uncle that went to [?]
he could be a lawyer, get the boy out
but nah you got a public defender
spend all your bread givin’ money to women

[verse 2: v]
my n-ggas hit the club and put on bottles by the cases
1800, rémy, patrón i need a waitress
[?], jägermeister, we goin’ crazy
insane, sick outta [?] they pay me [?]
we can pull out the drawers and play a cadence
now the whole club take off like planes racin’
[?] first cl-ss like the bosses
team stronger no f-ckin’ on [?]
[?] wit’ your hoes you feel -ssaulted
skip the line [off this trigger where?] what it cost me
p-ssport stamped in overseas [bars?]
walkin’ through the back [?] in kitchens in calamari
hotel suite accros the street from ferrari
autobahn in my own lane they can’t stop me (screech)
[?] watch how many n-ggas gonn’ die
same fool’s tryin’ to get in free like you got me

[verse 3: m. p]
(mp!) return of the mack
i’m back the walkin’ heart attack
i take your b-tch and give her back
ooo i meant sell her back
i’m sellin’ b-tches, sellin’ pack
swear i been to h-ll and back
all these b-tches on their knees
thank god i was h-lla strapped
i’m talkin’ gold [?] and gold pistols
no f-ckin’ ’round i tried to buy some gold missiles (gold missiles)
catch you in the club on your favourite fight song
shots ring out, bet they turn the lights on
(buh buh buh buh buh)
catch me with the lights on dressed light
no ice on, ’bouta million blunts all strong, all rolled long
i’m strong team the long way, my high [?]
smokin’ nothin’ less than an [?]
h-ll yea

[outro]
do you worry what the f-ck i got done
i’m on some dope sh-t
worry ’bout the women i’m f-ckin’
go get your own b-tch
worry ’bout who paper you [scr-pe?]
[who bread the longest?]
but she ain’t worried when them shots
ring out in the club (closin’)
worry when we walk on on the scene
my team the strongest
team strong as us
your b-tch b-tch belong with us
yea in paper we trust
we on some strongest
we on the stongest
we on the strong sh-t
we on the stongest
we on the strong sh-t
we on the strong sh-t
we on the strong sh-t
we on the stongest
we on some strong sh-t

- jid lyrics

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