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get back - lil jairmy lyrics

[intro]
(flexin’)
(foreverolling)

[verse 1: lil jairmy]
i just sold a couple p’s, took a blunt to the face
all i do is smoke weed, sell drugs all day
all i do is drink lean, i’m in love with the taste
my lil’ b*tch from out the d, i made her move to the a
so many choppers in this b*tch, we ’bout to run out of sp*ce
high*speed chase from the jakes, i’ma run and escape
i’m in another n*gga hood and i’m conducting a play
and i ain’t tuckin’ in my chain, i got my gun and i’m straight
i’m in a whole ‘nother state, tinted up, fake plates
i can’t go back to that prison, i’m not making no mistakes
in the kitchen water whippn’, it look like i’m mixing cake
i was already that n*gga ‘fore i dropped a mixtape
i was already lit, movin’ pounds, sellin’ bricks
robbin’ sh*t, shootin’ sticks all around, but you can’t miss mе
that chopper hold a fifty and i’ma fire ’til it’s empty
and wе don’t never squash sh*t, b*tch, get it started, we gon’ end it
she the driver on them l!cks so shawty gotta shine with me
i don’t fall in love quick, i told her take her time with me
i got my shoes tied, dawg, so you know i’m never trippin’
you can bet your bottom dollar that lil jairmy never slippin’
most these n*ggas really b*tches, doin’ this sh*t just for attention
in this sh*t to get them m’s, i don’t care ’bout recognition
i can’t speak for none of them, but b*tch, i’m really from the trenches
i know n*ggas on the corner worth a bentley, the age of twenty
young n*ggas talkin’ ’bout retiring and they ain’t even nothin’ but twenty
and they make that money fast, that’s the same way they spend it
he wasn’t born with that bag, but he say he dyin’ with it
and he stay plug hoppin’, shoppin’ for the lowest ticket
b*tch, you know we got it in, if you want it, come and get it
he be flexin’ like it’s his, but we know that that sh*t rented
stolen car, windows tinted with some real k!llers in it
when them bodies get to dropping, keep them people out the business
i ain’t linking with no rappers, nah, these n*ggas b*tches
you gon’ get you some get back or nah? these n*ggas b*tches
palms real sweaty, tryna dodge a d*mn conviction
i’ma just tryna handle business, but these n*ggas steady snitching
[verse 2: 42 dugg]
i got my young b*tch in the nash movin’ straight to the h
long as jairmy move the gas, i’ma run through the base
i don’t trip on who she f*ck, just do whatever i say
i might put fifty grams of topside right under the plate
i might get sixty ‘bows shipped from the bay to the a
keep on postin’ ho sh*t, might get you shot in the face
all i f*ck is cold sh*t from the chi to the a
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no pape’, i lost a dollar today
b*tch i might fall out with my ho to f*ck a freak
i might start back sellin’ ‘bows if you promise me it’s cheaper
i don’t never fall in love, doggy, good for hit and run
i can move whatever, n*gga, just make sure it’s more than one
first young n*gga blowin’ that pole, just ask my uncle
i put on for the east and the sh*t that’s on my stomach
you heard i put that young n*gga down, probably a couple
them n*ggas that they run with now been gettin’ lucky, still f*ck ’em
back and forth out of town, been gettin’ money
every time i step on the mic, sh*t gettin’ crazy
every time i step in them whites, n*gga, they pay me
youngin probably f*ckin’ his wife, reason he hate me
know she probably told you, “yeah, me and dugg datin’,” but we f*ckin’
and after a couple times of that, we ain’t nothin’

[outro: 42 dugg]
we ain’t nothin’, we ain’t nothin’
after a couple times of that, we ain’t sh*t, n*gga

- lil jairmy lyrics

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