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proper language - teejayx6 lyrics

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[intro]
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)
did a show in houston and i got some free juice from it
sneak dissin’ me, you’ll never gain nothin’ from it
pourin’ up mud ’cause you know a n*gga came from it
where the money at? ’cause you know a n*gga came for that
i don’t got no beef ’cause i bought guns for all that
the jugg was too sweet this time, i gotta call back
n*ggas startin’ to show they true colors, so i fell back
two bullets enterin’ his body, bet he felt that
we just got this n*gga location, time to push up
movin’ strong pounds, i ain’t never did a push*up
if there ain’t no food in the crib, know how to make a jail cookup
n*ggas out here snitchin’ on they mans, what they come from?
sent your last money to a stranger, you a dumb*dumb
got into the room and she sucked it like a dum*dum
black*ass bum, i really hate to see my own kind
takin’ other n*ggas’ ideas, use your own mind
we just caught a n*gga lackin’ at the stop sign
then i caught my opp gettin’ a chicken sandwich from popeyes
big*ass strap, they must think i’m with iran
flew out to china and i scammed a chinese man
down payment on your whip, what’s that, a finance?
missed one of my bullets and i blew up the furnace
got a lil’ dumb*ass head, his name ernest
i’m sick as h*ll right now, pour up in a vernis
donald trump the president ’cause y’all never votin’
trap 24/7, this b*tch always open
smokin’ a fat*ass ‘wood, this b*tch non*stop burning
i made a million dollars and i will not stop servin’
doin’ magic with these cards, but i am not a wizard
me and my n*gga slime, but we are not a lizard
almost shot a fan ’cause he tried to take a picture
your b*tch like a dog, i grabbed the ball, and play fetch
i got a lil’ son on the way, we ’bout to play catch
i just passed onto the next level, gotta press “next”
i see the reason that you hate on me, ’cause i’m real successful
you don’t wanna have a baby mama, the sh*t’s so stressful
unc’ shot up so many times, he don’t got no vessels
dirty*ass n*ggas, y’all some ticks, where the pest control?
a n*gga just beat me on 2k, broke the remote controller
your b*tch like my toy, i got a remote to control her
i used to carry a shank in my math folder
i had a b*tch, but this new one is mad colder
i ain’t smoke all day, right now, i’m mad sober
ever since i’ve been swipin’, bought mad clothing
cut my mans off, that n*gga went against the grain
i’m gettin’ fat, need to go and buy some nutri*grain
slapped the f*ck out of a n*gga, he did the bobble head
it ain’t no wockhardt around, so i’m buyin’ red
just caught a bum*ass n*gga, he was drawin’ blood
just f*cked this n*gga b*tch, he thinks they’re in love, though
i’ma tell you reality, this ain’t a love story
i keep gettin’ this money ’cause i got love for it
[outro]
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)

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