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jetsons - luh ody lyrics

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take off this b*tch and i’m gone with the wind
(blo music)
take off this b*tch and i’m gone with the wind
yeah

you hear this sh*t? you n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with rari
ody

my new car so lit
my new b*tch so thick

bad lil’ b*tch, she a accountant and sh*t
so i let her count my grip
just know a young n*gga gettin active and sh*t
nah, i ain’t even gon’ sip

like 30 on the hip
no, i don’t miss
so you better come equipped
yeah, i count up these pres

then f*ck up the dead
then i go back gotta re*up again
add it back up then i do it again
hit your block once then i come back and spin
she f*ckin’ me good, yeah, she helpin’ me win
keepin’ my mind off the evil i did
thuggin’ with noon, that’s my evil twin
shout out to sushii, that’s my evil twin

we don’t do simp sh*t
keepin’ it p, only pimp sh*t
got so many hoes on the hit list
dont dive in the water, i’m the big fish

i remember we was jumpin’ them fences
got n*ggas still scr*pin’ them dishes
n*ggas still move weight, no fitness
we’ll never leave a trace, no witness

that’s why a n*gga gotta learn them physics
y’all spoided ass n*ggas too priveledged
we gotta go hard every d*mn minute
no time to waste, it’s ticking

n*gga, you don’t want beef, that’s chicken
swear to god, n*gga, i ain’t even trippin
i ain’t gotta at a n*gga in my mentions
if i catch you outside, i’m cl!ckin

f*ck around, you gon’ end up missin
nah, n*gga, we ain’t goin’ no prison
you a n*gga gettin’ money like me
yeah, n*gga, we ain’t no different
don’t worry about what i’m doin
y’all boys need to mind y’all business
don’t worry about who i’m screwin
i ain’t never pillow talk with no b*tches

i haven’t seen my kids in a minute
i don’t know why my baby mama trippin
sh*t, i’m wishin’ i could see em grow up
show love, give em hugs and kisses

but i guess we got two different paths
everybody can’t see your vision
found out she’s f*ckin’ my homie
everybody can’t be your n*gga

and i’m still screamin’ free montana
can’t wait till you out that slammer
i’m still screamin’ f*ck that judge
can’t leave the house without my hammer

these hoes don’t got no manners
that’s why my ex b*tch cancel
don’t even go on dates
i just load up on ammo

blo mob a f*ckin’ army
and i don’t got on camo
i just call kg up
he load it up like rambo
don’t get the wrong idea
you better change the channel
is it some hoes n here
sh*t, how the f*ck should i know
no, we don’t f*ck with 12

no, we don’t f*ck with 5 0
and she gonna f*ck herself
cause no, i ain’t comin’ home
i got my spoiled b*tch mad

cause i keep tellin’ her no and i think that she never heard that sh*t before, no

- luh ody lyrics

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