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beatbox [remix] - njc lyrics

(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(uh)
(yeah)
(woah)
(woah)
(uh)

pull up to the dispo, cop the weed just like a drive thru
i like poppin’ pillies, pop them xans and drink the wok too
they think i’m a druggie, but these drugs gon’ help me get through
they don’t need to be talking, they don’t know what i done lived through

(nah)
(uh)
(woah)

smokin’ on the og
man, i miss the old me (old me)
yeah, i got a sweet life (sweet life)
call it zack & cody (let’s go)
and, i’m wit’ my brodie (brodie)
we might cop some rollies (yes sir)
yeah, that sh*t a bust down (bust down)
i know she gon’ bust down (bust it down)
baby get to freakin’ (frеakin’)
she just want the neimans
think shе is a demon
sippin’ and i’m leanin’
smokin’ za, not fiendin’ (nah)
i see haters peepin’
seein’ what i’m doin’ (doin’)
bad b*tch, she just flew in (flew in)
i can’t do no cuffin’ hoe
get to bussin’ hoe (bussin’)
gettin’ head, not so*so
i like smokin’ dope though (zaza)
she be givin’ throat*throat (uh)
suck until she choke*choke (woah)
designer on my coat (woah)
she know that i’m the goat (she do)
and, i made her beatbox (i did)
yeah, i hit her g*spot (i did)
not no g*shock (woah)
she give top, make her lips lock (woah)
smokin’ zaza, and your b*tch call me papa
got balenciaga and i mix it with the prada (njc, let’s go)
i copped that h*llcat engine and i put it in that charger
model b*tch, i met her once and put her in my roster
the plug so low on gas ‘cuz i be coppin’, call him jimmy carter
uh, yeah, i’m in a fast car
i be flyin’ down the streets
i’m zoomin’, look like nascar
my life is a movie, i ain’t talkin’ madagascar
lights, camera, action, i be making fl!cks with bad broads
uh

- njc lyrics

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