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need my space - jugg harden lyrics

[intro: jugg harden & g.t.]
yeah
know you broke*ass n*ggas ain’t never got a car from a migo, man
you know that
tell you, man, we really gettin’ money, man (i just need my sp*ce right now)
for real (n0body stoppin’)
n0body
ayy
alright

[verse: jugg harden]
my b*tch cost more than yours (come on, come on, come on)
i just poured up an eight (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy), that’s a f*ck before (that’s a f*ck before)
[?] slippin’ at the light, on me got car insurance
said i got the big head just like martin lawrence (for real)
i got the big head just like yo gotti
[?] b*tch with no ass, you ain’t got no body (for real)
get money all day, i ain’t got no hobby (i ain’t got no hobbies)
said you and your close friends bein’ a ho, probably (yeah, and what?)
is that bad b*tch gon’ leave when your money low? (for real)
is she really loyal? heard she f*ck with bro (is she?)
if you cheated, she gon’ cheat back and up the score (wow, yeah)
don’t ask what i got on (ayy), if you know, you know (ayy, ayy*ayy*ayy*ayy*ayy)

[verse 2: g.t.]
my b*tch got birkin p*ssy, yours barely gucci (barely gucci)
she walk straight to chanel, never step in louis (man, she never step in louis)
n*ggas ain’t stack no money, what them n*ggas doin’? (what you n*ggas doin’?)
plain jane one*twenty, that’s a paul newman (ayy, that’s a—, that’s a—, daytona, n*gga)
wake up, blow some money for the f*cker (yeah, f*ck ’em)
this is not no range rover, n*gga, this a culinan
the road with the blues, next play, bring the pump (for real)
one shot from that k turn his head to a pumpkin (bah*bah*bah*bah*bah, bah)
[verse 3: jugg harden & g.t.]
sippin’ on this lean, i don’t cough nothin’ (for real)
oh, you want celine? it don’t cost nothin’ (it don’t cost nothin’)
cut his dreads off ’cause he caught somethin’ (caught somethin’)
shut the f*ck up, you get tossed somethin’ (get tossed somethin’)
shut the f*ck up, you ain’t upped nothin’ (yeah)
money well spent, i don’t take nothin’ (man, i don’t take nothin’)
all this sh*t i done did, surprised that i ain’t feel it (for real)
and i got ‘scripts too, supply you with the meds (ayy, let’s go)
when you at work, man, that b*tch be f*ckin’ in your bed (d*mn)
and i feel weird when i don’t take my meds
i’ll rob on arrival, i’m these lil’ n*ggas’ idol
told the b*tch go wrestlin’ if she want a title (ayy)

[verse 4: g.t.]
i told the b*tch i don’t get h*rny, i ain’t got a bank (chick)
did so much foam, i ain’t even got a thank (i didn’t)
flyin’ up the mile, forgiatos on the sp*ceship (yeah)
light gold with the cuts, got it lookin’ like a jega
don’t talk money, you ain’t really gettin’ paper (yeah)
to get up to my money, i’m gon’ need an escalator (yeah)
eight*car garage, crib with the elevator (i need it)
peanut b*tter seats, bentley with the angel in it (yeah)
(i just need my sp*ce right now)
i just need my sp*ce
check all blues, both pockets like i’m seawalkin’ (for real)
went and bought six cars, a n*gga used to be walkin’
i text, they’ll put holes in your head like a sea dolphin (bah*bah*bah*bah)

- jugg harden lyrics

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