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special - lil jairmy lyrics

[intro]
can’t rush the vibe, rando, yeah
yo, yeah
yo, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, f-ck these n-ggas mean? yeah
uh, uh, yeah, yeah
f-ck these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, n-gga, huh? (yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i hop in the foriegn and crank that, soulja boy, tell ’em (soulja boy, tell ’em)
i nut all in the ho face, that b-tch ain’t special (that girl ain’t special), nah, nah
four exotic blunts straight to the face, i don’t smoke no regular (i don’t smoke no regular), yeah, yeah
this cuban chain on me a choker like conor mcgregor (conor mcgregor), yeah
and the blunt i’m rollin’ is a tropical, b-tch, i’m a winner (b-tch, i’m a winner)
i been in the trap finessin’, i’m not a beginner (ayy, yeah)
i shoulda got down with the klan ’cause i hate all these n-ggas (hate all these n-ggas)
when i’m on the way to the back end i got k’s on the sprinter (k’s on the sprinter, rrah)

[verse]
i really was robbin’ and k!llin’, i’m not a pretender (not a pretender)
i’m askin’ the lord to forgive me, i know i’m a sinner (i know i’m a sinner), yeah
buy a drop-top in the summer, buy fur in the winter (buy fur in the winter), yeah
get in the kitchen with a pot and i put in that work in the blender (that work in the blender), yeah, yeah
when i take that b-tch out, let it drown, see it’s the crystals (i see it’s the crystals), yeah, yeah
i need all my trap n-ggas go straight from the center (go straight from the center), yeah
we trappin’ and thuggin’ like, f-ck it, we buggin’ the system (we buggin’ the system), yeah, yeah
i sell crack to your daddy and aunties, cat p-ss to your sister (cat p-ss to your sister), yeah, yeah
all in traffic we clutchin’ we catch ’em, shoot up his vehicle (shoot up his vehicle, rrah)
but you know it get ugly when two-two-threes come through your window (come through your window), yeah, yeah
heard his b-tch was a rider, well, f-ck it, then she gon’ die with ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and you know i get muddy, i never just pour up a little (not just a little), yeah, yeah, yeah
they just flex with them guns on the ‘gram, baby, they ain’t no k!llers (baby, ain’t no k!llers), yeah, yeah, yeah
and i used to be broke, but now i keep racks in my pillows (i keep racks in my pillows), yeah, yeah, yeah
i just put up a fifty, i feel like i just popped two jiggas (i popped me two jiggas), yeah, yeah, yeah
if i keep handlin’ business, this sh-t’ll just only get bigger (it’ll only get bigger)
and i’m a boss, won’t let nothin’ hit ’em, yeah

- lil jairmy lyrics

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