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back to back, part 2 - telly $woosh, jimmy groove$ lyrics

[verse 1: telly $woosh]
might go froze my wrist, showed up looking like i served a whole brick
ya b-tch all on my d-ck, f-ck her let her hold my kids
if she know the name she just get one night, never show her where i live
n-ggas know i carry my stick, give a p-ssy n-gga the whole clip
when i’m bussin ain’t no care i give
love the wok but the red i sip
splittin all of the bread i get, and my b-tch got -ss she thick
come n shop got grams, got zips
try to rob bet ya wig get split
drop the top let the wind just hit
do the dash cause the too quick

[verse 2: jimmy groove$]
young show stopper, so my b-tch gotta look proper
where i be we don’t do the talkin, cool out with that name droppin
in the backseat thinking bout racks, and my plug where the f-ck is he at
imma winner go look at the stats, all real so this sh-t is not rap

i peep all the sh-t that be phony, i f-ck up a check when i’m lonely
hard in the paint like i’m vince, the game really made me like this
never ain’t losing no grip, there ain’t no care that i give
ride for the team and that’s it
die for the cream just to live

[verse 3: telly $woosh]
ay look
bust it open, shawty gonna ride me like a roller coaster
ya lil sister love me got me on a poster
i don’t play games, never been a joker
n-ggas say i’m cold, i’m from arizona
others say i’m hot, weather bipolar
we gon’ take em down, boy you not holdin
don’t you make a sound or them glocks blowin

n-ggas be afraid heard we knock doors in
sh-t ain’t been the same now we clock dough in
swerving lane to lane like the drop stolen
think the police know my name but i’m not foldin
tell the gang we next like we got chosen
roll the opps off in a wood that’s what i’m smoking
in the telly with the team sippin on potions
we the winning team ballin like jordan

[verse 4: jimmy groove$]
f-ck what you heard, take you off earth
if you wanna act all hard
i’m still smoking piff, i’m never gon trick
my people will pull your card
live how i live its all for the cake
think ima lose what a mistake
hunnit on the dash, ion pump no brake
chop it all down like it be some weight
ridin all dirty i’m like f-ck the jakes
cup all dirty so i’m wide awake
put bread up just for incase
how i’m gone stop in the middle of the road
how i came up was just by the code
oh them youngins they got it on load
go run it up ion take no stroll
where is my coat cause this sh-t so cold

- telly woosh jimmy groove lyrics

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