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Ain't no 21, bitch this 22 Ain't no 21, bitch this 22 (Skert, Skert, Skert, Skert) This that Travis James shit Make the wrong move and get your fucking brain split I know some real niggas that'll never, never, quit This ain't 21, bitch this 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics This ain't 21, bitch this 22 And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics These niggas be talking like they really with it, these niggas ain't with it, them niggas they pussies 22 niggas messed up like monkeys the city we runnin' You niggas ain't got it, you niggas ain't poppin' I'm finna hit em with a rocket Pussy ass niggas talkin' shit, he on that molly All them niggas frontin' they ain't never caught a body Travis James Entertainment, send your bitch a molly .38 special what I use for a stick up Caught 'em off and open shells with his fucking lip up Niggas hate the kid, 'cause I'm fucking all they hoes All them pussy niggas, they deserve to be exposed Pull up on your block then let down the windows Click-Clack(skrrrrt)And I'm out the window (brrrrr) 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics This ain't 21, bitch this 22 And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics (Look, look, look, look) Them hammers'll get 'em, the faster we clip 'em I'm strapped up like the navy You a scared nigga, and you softer than a baby Travis James shit, bitch we finna run the natio And jack you out your cut, bitch you don't get no pay-check I'll take ten grams then I stretch it like it's late I be in the system, where niggas be killin' and robbin' Shot that nigga with the pistol 'cause the bitch tried to rob me Put that on my mama, bitch ain't never been a bitch If you rob me and succeed then I gotta take my lick And I be in the trenches, I'm juggin off that sticky 40 got a extensions, when I up it ain't no missin' I be in the trenches, juggin off that sticky This ain't 21, bitch this 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 This ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics This ain't 21, bitch this 22 And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics Ain't this ain't 21, bitch Bitch, this 22 Move that dope like it's food Nigga I'm a fool Ain't no 21, bitch Ain't no 21, bitch Ain't no 21, bitch This 22 (End)
Writer(s): D'mari Harding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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