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arp - st6 jodyboof lyrics

[intro]
(it’s my birthday, sj got me working)
(seal team 6)
(arp jody)
(free all the seals)
(yeah, let’s go)

[chorus]
arp jody, i’m that, i can’t miss
in and out with that glizzy, throw drizz the assist
all you gotta do is diss, i’ll show you the bench
we really got hats, i ain’t mentionin’ sh*t
got too many strikers, them getaways quick
got my feet kicked up while i’m sippin’ that tris’
my po be mad, i got perc’s in my p*ss
this b*tch tryn’ f*ck and i ain’t tryn’ hit
n*gga play with the 6, introduce him to switch
i’m really a vet and these n*ggas be nicked
on the south with that mic’, what the f*ck is a—
bro shootin’ and drivin’, we lookin’ legit
chase a n*gga down, yo’ ass better not trip
i was workin’ that blatt, had to hold down and hit
just popped me a 10, ’bout to take me a sip
this b*tch want me to stay, after we f*ck i gotta dip

[verse]
and i be doin’ my thing, pop out with that b*tton and a brand new beam
we came from two ways and cut the whole team
bro broke as sh*t still sippin’ that green
it’s six in the mornin’, i’m lookin’ for lean
n*gga sweet ass sh*t, he thought it was clean
hopped out with that drac’ and turned him to a dream
jump out by myself and watch me do my thing
we really drop n*ggas, man, clean up the scene
my phone ain’t for texts, all this b*tch do is ring
it’s 7day gang, get my sh*t back on bling
it’s 7day gang, get my sh*t back on froze
jump out on a n*gga, i don’t care if he old
dropped hot sh*t on a n*gga and left his ass cold
they know i got cash, i’ll let that sh*t mold
when sh*t get low, n*ggas gotta get hold
push up on a n*gga for him actin’ so bold
cuz’ whippin’ that yack, he good with the stove
chased a n*gga down and it f*cked up my clothes
i’m droppin’ my thumb, b*tch i’m screaming, “free tovi”
i’m always tight, got that switch at the shows
i’m servin’ that candy, i ain’t playin’ with lows
just give me a car, i can get you a lo
we f*cked up their hood, all that sh*t closed
if i hit you with this p, i bet yo’ ass fold
[chorus]
arp jody, i’m that, i can’t miss
in and out with that glizzy, throw drizz the assist
all you gotta do is diss, i’ll show you the bench
we really got hats, i ain’t mentionin’ sh*t
got too many strikers, them getaways quick
got my feet kicked up while i’m sippin’ that tris’
my po be mad, i got perc’s in my p*ss
this b*tch tryn’ f*ck and i ain’t tryn’ hit
n*gga play with the 6, introduce him to switch
i’m really a vet and these n*ggas be nicked
on the south with that mic’, what the f*ck is a—
bro shootin’ and drivin’, we lookin’ legit
chase a n*gga down, yo’ ass better not trip
i was workin’ that blatt, had to hold down and hit
just popped me a 10, ’bout to take me a sip
this b*tch want me to stay, after we f*ck i gotta dip

- st6 jodyboof lyrics

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