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cujo - young threat lyrics

[pre*chorus]
better run like ricky, when he get sticky
i’m with some n*ggas, won’t hesitate to get jiggy
i bow my head, with the prayer lord be with me
i’m bout ‘to get rich or die trying like fifty

better run like ricky, when he get sticky
i’m with some n*ggas, won’t hesitate to get jiggy
i bow my head, with the prayer lord be with me
i’m bout’ to get rich or die trying like fifty
[chorus]
high as a kite, and the kite high like whitney
heard there’s some n*ggas prolly tiggin’, come get with it
heard there’s some n*ggas with that bag, we gon’ [?]
missed a few bands in my pants, your mans is empty
don’t make my dog put these paws, cujo’s sicky
everything is regular for me, pimpin’ p
i was like, really fifteen, grippin’ on the heat
squabbles at the front side, bossy’s with mixed feat
every time he see me, wanna fade it, but he missed sleepy
vet the way my b*tch trippin’, beat it like i’m jody
and ima be the goat hall of fame like i’m koby
and ima drip, drip drip, drip, like a slow leaf
if we done ran that bag up, then you spill it, you my brody
like compton ass tg, you sound like my woadie
say you gotta play for me, bust it down and show me
boys get behind, we do that dash from the police
no hoe women, hot box the form, this ain’t no soul we’re livin’
we was pullin’ up with pom*poms, b*tches we was children
bread hard uniforms, lil’ infant you should strike then do em’
kids hammin’ on that mini bike, man i love this life we’re livin’
but f*ck that, we terrorize the ops, we gon’ bust back
n*ggas acting suspect, crim, what’s up with that
my trigger finger is itchin’ and i might have to scratch
i called the plan, we blissin’, we gon’ pick up the sack
[post*chorus]
i said there’s greens every time i’m on the scene, just some clean bean
addicted to these streets like a dope fiend
i’m off syrup, i’m slurring spillin’ this codeine
you copped the deuce, i need the whole thing

i said there’s greens every time i’m on the scene, b*tch i’m clean bean
addicted to these streets like a dope fiend
i’m off syrup, i’m slurring spillin’ this codeine
you copped the deuce, i need the whole thing

[chorus]
its on tonight, homies is trippin’ on who gon’ hold the pipe
whoever got it better do it right
i’m finna get a little rude tonight
bust down with my troops tonight
let me get a little loose tonight, had to cut back on that juice tonight
what’s up, you say you’re trooper right
n*gga’s ain’t thuggin’ b*tch, don’t believe the height
say he been thuggin’ since a youngin’, still ain’t got a strike
he got that bag, he gon’ fumble if i get on him right
this scoopers story was an ugly sight
look, if a fraud, that’s my dog, that’s my brother
silent as they come, what they know bout’ our struggle
knock a n*gga down, just for broad, that’s off the muscle
we got glocks for the ops, n*gga’s think we finna scuffle
b*tch, i’ve always been the sh*t, even when i went to rustle
found my way to a man, so fell in love stuffin’ duffels
[?] was reamin’, b*tch i’m wavy like some ruffles
any situation we get in is consequence to this hustle
what’s the issue, the piston ain’t regular, it’s shooting missiles
i’m tryna tell you these n*ggas softer than tissue
praise the voodoo, better get outta my way n*gga, like loda
i’m your worst nightmare no freddy krueger
man, them chains look maiku, we don’t got the same jeweler
that’s ’cause you got to praise the buddah
man, them chains look maiku, we don’t got the same jeweler
that’s ’cause you got to praise the buddah
[post*chorus]
there’s greens every time i’m on the scene, b*tch i’m clean bean
addicted to these streets like a dope fiend
i’m off syrup, i’m slurring spillin’ this codeine
you copped the deuce, i need the whole thing

- young threat lyrics

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