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Gloree Misu Belchie
Gloree Misu Belchie
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Markell De'ondre Noel
Markell De'ondre Noel
Songwriter

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Yeah they know I got the juice Off this Perkey feelin' loose Hit yo bitch she coming thru Told her bring a friend or two Rolled a fat wood of that glue I'm sippin' Henny with no juice This shit is regular nothing new These niggas sick they got the flu Don't beef bout bitches They gone choose Stack that chicken Count them blues Hit the bank Put them hundos In the Motherfucking safe I got that Dracko in the safe Please don't make me catch a case Smoking dope Yo shit laced He put coke up In his jay I never pass I always face I seen a op the other day Put that choppa to his face Them bullets sprayed him Like sum mace Now I gotta do that race Free that young nigga tay K My niggas ball No NBA I hit it first Call me Ray-J These bars might give you niggas fame Yeah I'm swerving switching lanes yeah In the strip club make it rain yeah Bands a make her dance They think I'm Soulja the way I'm crankin' em Smoking Runtz it ain't no stems in them I'll spin yo bin I got sum tint My niggas shoot above the run Yeah they know I got the juice Off this Perkey feelin' loose Hit yo bitch she coming thru Told her bring a friend or two Rolled a fat wood of that glue I'm sippin' Henny with no juice This shit is regular nothing new These niggas sick they got the flu
Writer(s): Gloree Belchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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