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Jason alex Smith
Jason alex Smith
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Why you bitches trippin I be all in my zone All you bitches is dogs So they only gettin a bone I say Why you niggas trippin Can't I just be me Why can't I just sit her and grow And smoke my weed I say why you niggas trippin Ohh why you bitches trippin Triiipiin why you niggas trippin Yea that 40 got the clip in One wrong move that shit is spittin Niggas talk tuff until they missin Chris Brown look at me now yea I dun came up Use to help my niggas get rid of that weight like a personal trainer Had to switch up the lane bruh Kuz being the boss of ya own shit That is the angle And when you get bread in the streets Make sure you make lanes too And when you get all of them bands inside of your hands Don't let the shit change you Kuz niggas is gonna be hatin and watchin They mad you do what they can't do But you gotta learn to keep your head on the swivel These niggas ain't fuckin with civil You can call me young b I a get them bands in abundance and not a little So tell me now why is you trippin I ball in my Jordan's you not even Pippen I like to talk but u niggas dont listen I guess you just too broke to just pay Attention I don't give a fuck bout the Names on ya mentions and 401 k on The plan is the pention Yea therea a difference between me And you little buddy you talk about money I get it NOW Why you bitches trippin I be all in my zone All you bitches is dogs So they only gettin a bone I say Why you niggas trippin Can't I just be me Why can't I just sit her and grow And smoke my weed I say why you niggas trippin Ohh why you bitches trippin Triiipiin why you niggas trippin Yea that 40 got the clip in One wrong move that shit is spittin Niggas talk tuff until they missin You niggas is fake I can tell in ya face If you step to the oven you bound to get Baked I'm ahead of my time bitch What can I say I been smoking that cookie you niggas is late Smoking that real shit you cannot relate Fuck takin ls to the face I'll sit there zone out and roll up an 8th You worried bout riding these waves Well I'm mixing these strains and im floating away You spitting a beam im throwing a ray I'm hittin ya team man Noone saw Jay then im goin that way Never had to pay 40 cash for the Pussy off backpage had a couple Bitches try throw the pussy at me Backstage kuz I do what my raps say In the pool wit a race have em Screaming out you so nasty but you know What I like tho lil hoe a big booty Big ole freak come sit down on this Good ole meat before you suck me you Gotta cover up ya big ole teeth ha Look I made you laugh call me get it og You know what it is just get on me Six six bitch and I owe you three look Why you bitches trippin I be all in my zone All you bitches is dogs So they only gettin a bone I say Why you niggas trippin Can't I just be me Why can't I just sit her and grow And smoke my weed I say why you niggas trippin Ohh why you bitches trippin Triiipiin why you niggas trippin Yea that 40 got the clip in One wrong move that shit is spittin Niggas talk tuff until they missin
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