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##juvie - juvenileblokkclique lyrics

(jbxxet)

[intro: iktyh]
glock38, ima let my money dance
glock38, ima let my money dance
glock38, ima let my money dance
glock38, glock*, glock30*, glock30*
glock

[verse: cashtimexo]
why you talking sh*t, why you speaking on my name?
king*size bed i be f*cking on yo main
i feel like johnny dang, when it comes to chains
he a hoe b*tch, he cannot f*ck with the gang
he a hoe b*tch, and he think he bulletproof
babygirl so fine, theres always something new
what you want lil baby buy you jimmy choes
i be chasing it, always gotta be blue

[verse 2: iktyh]
glock38, ima let my money dance
i love being late and now i’m throwing up my bands
gotta double with another sicksigil for my hands
for the triple throw another six, i do it cause i can

[hook: iktyh]
shout*out all my juveniles, she loving ##jbxxet
got another with a problem so i pull up with a tec
she ain’t aiming for yo head, my b*tch is aiming for ya neck
dirt*thirty so i blocked her ima move on to the next

[verse 3: 9utpuddle3s]
yeah that b*tch she dont let go, but she just in love with me
smoking gas in the school, that lil b*tch can cover me
yeah that b*tch already know, that she just in love with me
but my life is going crazy, b*tch i’m living in a dream
b*tch you know it’s dark outside, all you hearing is a scream
yeah that n**** talking sh*t, he get hit up with a beam
we gone wet that n**** up, but b*tch it’s not what it seems
that was not the conversation, why you tryna change the theme
b*tch i ain’t stephen curry, but i’m shooting from the three
and he still stealing my swag, that boy tryna be me
b*tch you know i’m f*cking rich, i got money on me
b*tch i hate all these n****’s, they be tryna clone me
yeah i blocked that b*tch number, she was tryna phone me
yeah i brought that b*tch here, just so she can blow me
b*tch i hate all these n****’s, they be tryna clone me
yeah i blocked that b*tch number, she was tryna phone me

[verse 4: sangre!]
i’m still thugging in my city, and i’m trapped in
two foreign shooter*shooters face off of a mag man
in a jaguar all black, call me batman
how the f*ck are you still broke, bro what happened?

you ain’t banging this set, you false*claiming that sh*t
and my pistol possessed, i’m not aiming that b*tch
you ain’t banging this set, you false*claiming that sh*t
and my pistol possessed, i’m not aiming that b*tch
i do h*lla black magic so you know i’m getting rich
if you try me, then you dying, if you lying bout some sh*t
all designer my outfit, this hoe cost a brick
he said he want beef, his whole head getting split
i just snorted a 30 up off of her tit
nah i don’t wanna f*ck, if she throwing a fit
you ain’t banging this set, you false*claiming that sh*t
and my pistol possessed, i’m not aiming that b*tch
(jbxxet)

- juvenileblokkclique lyrics

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