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It's Juke Hey I'm way far from average Just check out my status I'm having work by the basket Who can run up them racks the fastest All I know get the pack then pass it Really know how to work the scale You can ask my clientele My name steady ringing bells Pop the shit outta rubber band yeah this all hun duns Hey Hey Bad bitches in the lobby nigga I can barely pick one Hey Hey Straps all in my tour bus bitch I got like six guns Okay okay Pillow talking on a real nigga prolly why his bitch gone All I know is just stay in my lane Get them chicken like Raising Canes I done seen some amazing things I'm still eating and saying my grace Drew a picture it start with the outline I don't know bout the opps just the allies I just jumped in the jag and went bye bye Twenty five I'm a boss with the mob ties Tricks like the cat in the hat I just left with yo bitch and you can't get her back You run off with that brick you get hit with the Mac She suck like a tick cause I'm sharp as a tack Leading this shit cause I start in the back No he ain't got racks ain't no time to relax All this shit by myself I done seen it through When this all had just started hey where were you All the L's went to W's You lied and you cheated that's double news How supporting me somehow it trouble you Now's these chips looking something like Ruffles do Put designer my belt and my duffle too I'll make him dance he wanna bust a move Hit her nice and slow that's what Usher do Niggas acting funny Cliff Huxtable Half these hoes untrustable I just barely met her she gon eat it like a lunchable Gucci on my sweater so they know that I'm untouchable These niggas be disruptional I'm not for no discussing no I'm way far from average Just check out my status I'm having work by the basket Who can run up them racks the fastest All I know get the pack then pass it Really know how to work the scale You can ask my clientele My name steady ringing bells Pop the shit outta rubber band yeah this all hun duns Hey hey Bad bitches in the lobby nigga I can barely pick one Hey hey Straps all in my tour bus bitch I got like six guns Okay okay Pillow talking on a real nigga prolly why his bitch gone Yeah Noo Noo Noo Noo
Writer(s): La'dontae Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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