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12 got my jewelry - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
iceberg
fresh out of rehab, n*gga
i’m back, b*tch
12 won’t give my jewelry back, they tell me they got it forever
what?
i’m goin’ back to wafi, n*gga, told him make a new set
the f*ck?
had me on twenty*three and one, n*gga, that sh*t couldn’t break me
never
house arrest couldn’t break me, n*gga
(guddah tay on every beat, n*gga)

[chorus]
12 took my f*ckin’ jewlery, they tell me they got it for evidence (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t seen thеm b*tch*ass n*ggas since i brought greedy around that b*tch (what?)
gang, taz been on my ass, tell them folks gеt off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
they hit me with all them charges, guess they mad i went legit (f*ck ’em)
fix them charges, they got beat (they beat)
weak*ass body, that sh*t got beat (b*tch)
quarter*million for my lawyer, i could’ve went bought a lamborghini (what?)
gotta keep goin’ hard, my family need me (they need me)
thank god i made it, this sh*t wasn’t easy (thank god)
me and tay like dre and eazy (yeah), but the difference is my n*gga won’t leave me (never)

[verse 1]
had to stay down ’til this sh*t got better (stay down)
never gon’ stop ’til i run up some letters (ms)
put belt to ass, make ’em feel that leather (belt to ass)
this the money team, i feel like mayweather
i’m big iceberg, i change the weather (iceberg)
the cuban link hit up my wrist as a sweater
the murder got beat up, def jam that beat (i beat it)
i was locked up, they ain’t even send no letters (f*ck ’em)
all my n*ggas fightin’ different cases
on house arrest, it had me goin’ crazy (goin’ crazy)
i was savin’ money so the paper could save me (save)
ain’t sh*t free, boy, so a n*gga gotta pay me
i feel like crack in the motherf*ckin’ ’80s
got racks, stay tall like anthony davis (anthony davis)
i walk on the beat, n*gga, got a tape made
don’t say sh*t, that’s how we beat them cases (shh)
might f*ck your b*tch all on the jet (yeah, yeah)
i get checks, that’s a fact (let’s go)
broke*ass n*ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t (ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t)
they shut the f*ck up when i talk ’bout racks (they shut the f*ck up)
b*tch, i forever rep my hood (my hood)
my ho won’t never turn my back (my back)
when 12 took all my f*ckin’ chains, i beat the case, now give em’ back (f*ck ’em)
[chorus]
12 took my f*ckin’ jewlery, they tell me they got it for evidence (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t seen them b*tch*ass n*ggas since i brought greedy around that b*tch (what?)
gang, taz been on my ass, tell them folks get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
they hit me with all them charges, guess they mad i went legit (f*ck ’em)
fix them charges, they got beat (they beat)
weak*ass body, that sh*t got beat (b*tch)
quarter*million for my lawyer, i could’ve went bought a lamborghini (what?)
gotta keep goin’ hard, my family need me (they need me)
thank god i made it, this sh*t wasn’t easy (thank god)
me and tay like dre and eazy (yeah), but the difference is my n*gga won’t leave me (never)

[verse 2]
i just been runnin’ up racks, for sure (for sure)
two years straight couldn’t walk out the door
jail say police gotta go wherever i go (f*ck ’em)
first bond had got denied, the d.a. playin’ my music in court (d*mn)
locked down, twenty*three hours, n*gga, i was on eighth floor (eighth floor)
ayy, n*gga try to murk me, n*gga, what the f*ck i’m sittin’ in the county for?
say i left the scene and went straight to the show (go)
n*gga, d*mn right, i gotta get to this dough (dough)
lot of motherf*ckers turn their back on a n*gga, my fans still with me, for sure (for sure)
but i kept goin’ hard when this sh*t got slow (go hard)
fresh out of rehab, i don’t drink, don’t smoke (nah)
my account filled up, n*gga, nothin’ but them hundreds (yeah)
got some in the wall, got some in the floor (racks, on god)
[chorus]
12 took my f*ckin’ jewlery, they tell me they got it for evidence (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t seen them b*tch*ass n*ggas since i brought greedy around that b*tch (what?)
gang, taz been on my ass, tell them folks get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
they hit me with all them charges, guess they mad i went legit (f*ck ’em)
fix them charges, they got beat (they beat)
weak*ass body, that sh*t got beat (b*tch)
quarter*million for my lawyer, i could’ve went bought a lamborghini (what?)
gotta keep goin’ hard, my family need me (they need me)
thank god i made it, this sh*t wasn’t easy (thank god)
me and tay like dre and eazy (yeah), but the difference is my n*gga won’t leave me (never)

- yung mal lyrics

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