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Big Jade in this bitch, take your nigga or your bitch Big Jade in this bitch, take your nigga or your, ayy, ayy Woke up this morning, I did not get dressed So I went to the studio, shit on my chest From this day forward, I'm on and I'm pressed Heard 'bout some shit that I will not address How 'bout these bitches go take care they kids? How 'bout these bitches stop buyin' these wigs? How 'bout my city stop playin' and give me my props? Comparin' me to all of these kids I need some money, I don't give a fuck Me comin' up, people takin' it tough Go as planned, don't believe in no luck I was happy as fuck when I got off the bus Don't do better than them, I do better than me Who the fuck gon' do it better than me? Doggin' these niggas not never for me Get lit off the leash and he comin' to me Please do not come like a woman to me If she comin' for me, then he comin' with me Takin' your nigga was nothin' for me He got a bitch, so I charge him a fee I know some niggas who work with some killers I know everybody not gonna feel us I'll be damned if a motherfucker drill us Don't need no fame, 'cause I hang with some real ones None of these niggas are really impressing me Nobody like me? Well, no one's addressing it I know some niggas that cannot stand next to me Shout out D Hoover, I gave him the best of me Know China daddy probably gon' think less of me That do not stop 'em from tryna come next to me She on my page because she want the recipe Bitch, I'm a pimp, so nobody can mess with me, ah (Why your face so ugly?) Big Jade in this bitch, take your nigga or your bitch (look) Big Jade in this bitch, take your nigga or your, ayy, ayy (man, BeatKing) I ain't chasin' shit but the check If I'm fuckin' with him, then he come correct I don't gotta cap, I'ma disrespect Constantly stay on these bitches' neck I'm wherever the niggas get money at Can't fuss, can't fight, can't do none of that If I take an L, I'ma run it back When the laws leave, know we comin' back Get in your feelings, I'm probably gon' dip If you pull out the gun, gotta empty your clip When I gave him the pussy, took him on a trip I'm takin' shots out the bottle, no sip Stay out my business, these niggas be bitches He lick the wrapper, and I wanna be stingy Can't be for you if you fuckin' my enemy Can't fuck a bitch if she is not a ten to me Muffin go get her, she all on my body Don't fuck me right, then I probably call Lotty If we ain't smokin' pounds, I'm out of the party If I want some daughters, I'll leave with your shawty Motherfuck you to my ex-niggas I got some shit on my chest, niggas Still be prayin', go out, bless niggas You can't pay me to address niggas Somebody touch me and somebody gon' kill 'em Somebody press me and my city gon' drill 'em Don't come from the bottom, I probably won't feel 'em 'Member them days we was broke, we was stealin' 'Member them days we was lazy and chillin' My uncle got shot, how I knew niggas killin' Now I wanna kill and I think like a villain Shook me a demon and I started schemin' Pop off, nigga, pipe down Money up and we right now I don't think I wanna fight now Pullin' up lookin' right now Broke then, we right now Fuck back then, it's right now Everybody takin' flights now High as motherfuckin' kites now
Writer(s): Marcus Sam, Atalia Young, Justin Seth Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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