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James Anthony Ashford
James Anthony Ashford
Songwriter

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, huh, look up
Turn me up, Zazie
Stay with the gang, yeah, that's my clique
Wrong or right, get in that Jam, I know nan one of them gon' snitch
Outside late night, clutching on pipes, tryna come up from off the lick
As time fly by **** gon' die, I swear mama's gon' shed some tears
Okay, alright, that shit was slight, I say fuck that, go make a play
Cause corruption in my city, try some shit, yo ass gon' lay
These **** pissy, shitty, hella mad and I'm coming up someday
Don't need no bitch that sit around hella sad, tryna eat up off my plate
Alright, come on
Riding 6 deep with them sticks, don't give a shit
Shout out to 6ix, yeah that big brother, smoked him up, don't give a shit
We fucked dont cuff em , only thing i'm fucking
is Paper Lincolns she love my mother, think my mother love her
My dukes ain't worried about that bitch
Put the switch on back of Glock, run in trap, take all the bags
All on IG with that talk, spin through, shoot through all the glass
Pop out Up sco , I'm tryna see which switch gon' really hit your man's
Don't run like no hoe when I see you, bullets gon' flow
I'ma leave you right there where you standing
Alright, come on
Written by: James Anthony Ashford
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