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fly - juke 21k lyrics

(intro)
yeah yeah yeah
deuce ace, yeah, gang
yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

(hook)
i’m k!lling these n*ggas i’m k!lling these b*tches
my trap and finesse game is very efficient
tune in to my insta to see how i’m living
i know that i’m fly been f*cking with pigeons
quit hitting me up, it ain’t about business
quit hitting my line if it ain’t about digits
i’m granting they wishes but i ain’t no fairy
drop that boy off cause that n*gga was scary
i make em move ain’t talking no dairy
i cannot lose my n*ggas won’t let me
gucci my shoes she think that i’m s*xy
yeah she lost it when shе looked at my neck piecе
neck be glossy it look like its reflecting
n*ggas lost me when they tried to neglect me
what it cost you know juke is not checking
ricky ross only boss in my section

(verse)
yeah, pouring up lean n*gga need to stop sippin
had a plan and a path i just had to see the vision
kept working and progressed that my favorite way of living
got tired of serving j’s carpal tunnel in the kitchen
i poured a 4 and i’m leaving the ice off
my chain glow in the dark when the lights off
when drip i be fresher than lysol
if he test me or try me he knocked off
run my bands if she broke make my d*ck soft
n*ggas poodle i’m moving like big dog
i been chasing my dream i won’t let go
i still serve me a j at the texaco
we been pushing them bricks out through mexico
(we moving we moving we moving)
yeah, yeah leaning and i popped me a bean so i’m dreaming
n*ggas be broke and ain’t got no money what you meaning
we was in cali off hollywood pushing demons
ain’t no mistaking this molly good make you seizure
what is you taking we robbing n*ggas in our leisure
he want that coca we serving all that justin bieber
i cannot lack
i keep my strap
and for a p*ssy i keep it c*cked
mediocre in kitchens i break the pot
f*ck it up in the trap they like make it stop
with these bands i’m like oprah i’m at the top
i keep trappin that yola with no motorola
i remember three hots and a single cot
bad hoes texting my line cause they wanna come over
i make my life look like scenes in a movie
all my gang dogs i ain’t talking no goofy
pop a molly while i count up this blue cheese
h*lla paper they like how is he losing
(hook)
i’m k!lling these n*ggas i’m k!lling these b*tches
my trap and finesse game is very efficient
tune in to my insta to see how i’m living
i know that i’m fly been f*cking with pigeons
quit hitting me up, it ain’t about business
quit hitting my line if it ain’t about digits
i’m granting they wishes but i ain’t no fairy
drop that boy off cause that n*gga was scary
i make em move ain’t talking no dairy
i cannot lose my n*ggas won’t let me
gucci my shoes she think that i’m s*xy
yeah she lost it when she looked at my neck piece
neck be glossy it look like its reflecting
n*ggas lost me when they tried to neglect me
what it cost you know juke is not checking
ricky ross only boss in my section

- juke 21k lyrics

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