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on that time - real jojo lyrics

yeah
play wit’ my paper, better watch yo’ step
these n*ggas wanna play games, it’s two players
these n*ggas not p, they not keeping sh*t player
these n*ggas, fake posers, n*ggas some players
this not a regular cup that i’m sippin’, this not a regular wock’ right now
lately, i’ve just been trippin’, i need to really calm down (i need to calm down)

send me and pour up the medicine up in my cup
i can’t even think right now, i’m taking the drank right now
these n*ggas ass, i’m so disappointed in y’all
i left and came back to this
like 12, trynna pull my ass right over, i got that fire on me plus that syrup and sierra mist
i’m finna pull ovеr and dip
don’t talk to me, if you’re not talking bout’ sh*t

don’t talk to me, if you’rе not counting no bands
don’t talk to me, you’ve never been in a race
don’t talk to me, you never putting no ice on your hands or you never been in a wraith
these n*ggas be thinking, they fly but all them clothes is mine
i’m putting on fits
i don’t play…
look at my pockets, blue honchos (honchos)

i got to get to the nachos (nachos)
oh my bad, you a gangster (you a dummy)
like, oh my bad, you got racks in yo’ pants
didn’t i mention you a gangster
n*ggas, they know i’m the sh*t now (sh*t now)
n*ggas can’t hold they b*tch down, why
post a lil’ pic and they texting, why
feeling like kendrick, you k!lling my vibe
on ig, she a 10, in real life, she a 5
i’m falling in love, when i’m stuck in her eyes
b*tch, i’m not passing my bucks
ballin’ to hard, shoutout, giannis, the bucks
remember, granny got me right out the bus (the bus)
oh, we running (running)
.223’s finna eat away
5.56′ finna eat his face
and them 76’s make him fly away

pouring up that syrup in prada (prada)
pouring up that syrup in chanelly
twin got a plug on the bnb, tell us
look at my bag, that b*tch, chanelly
hop on the mic, b*tch, i feel like belly
rockin’ the prada, the balenci’ bag
hop in the coupe and let’s go, i’m ready (hey)

gta 5, take away yo’ whip (whip)
pass it to kobe, he gon’ take yo’ b*tch
keep talkin’ sh*t and get punched in the lip
.223 make your brain go split
hoes on knees and she won’t ever spit
dj khaled, we the best
yeah, i’m been ballin’ like, i play for the nets
she a lil’ sl*t, put my d*ck in her neck
we in a coupe, let’s go, we ready
red on my shirt, this sh*t ain’t jelly
kobe sent the ally, i finish like shaq’
ice on my neck and i need me a poncho
put my meat on her, she just like a nacho (nacho)

hop in the whip, we gon’ get back
24/7, i’m down to attack (down to attack)
racks on her body make her even look better
fatass hoe, yeah, the lakers need a center
she pray all night, but she a lil’ sinner
i feel alright and i’m still winning (ha)

- real jojo lyrics

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