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Just me Just me I wanna say just.. I wanna say just.. Ju-ju-ju-ju This that might see 25 Then name my seed for my partners Now I ain't so sure they died That I hope this smoke dry my eyes But kinfolk right outside with the rental Binto, limo, zimbo, titty flow, wind storm, stage coach, wormhole, 64', long with this shit, go I don't mind Breakfast for dinner Pussy for Breakfast I bought the bando You bought the necklace That's where we separate Fucking with Marsha Well that's the connection Well that shit gon' cost ya Well that's an investment Just passing through sir Still got arrested Fucking with Marsha Will teach you a lesson Girl I was just asking Letras de cancionesCause your ass can get it Girl your ass impressive But your ass a blessing But your ass keep acting Exactly to toss that shit back like vital signs Coming out that box Chevy 20 Million 20 year olds Trying to keep it together Trying to sweep they confetti Trying to sleep like Coretta Tupperware up Mom's spaghetti Ready, cause if they catch me with this My face gon' hit them front pictures Y'all go head and hit them switches Y'all go head and hit them swishers Smoke breaks, take them mid ditches Your position is poor precision Hold up bitch you blocking my vision Baby, lay off Might see Jesus before I see my next day off Bitch I'm reaching for my lighter like it's my next payoff Let's make this run right quick to the liquor sto' Then we can run some more Cause freedom can't be so far Way off, lay off Might see Jesus before I see my next day off Bitch I'm reaching for my lighter like it's my next pay off Let's make this run right quick to the liquor sto' Then we can run some more Cause freedom can't be so far way off I ain't even tripping no more Tired trying shake niggas out they sleep There's a feast on the table and my dogs knock it over Off the spill I bet everybody eat Trying to make the fucking best of god giving ability You can tell it's storm on the way Hope the bitch niggas smell it Only truth, I'm aloof to the shit you telling Linking up with better plugs got a nigga disconnected So we aren't fucking with the bar We ain't fucking up the club tonight Bitches in my cellular device Call 'em up to smoke and fuck tonight Taking shots for bros we lost when we was young That really ain't deserve to die I remember everyone that told me no But nowadays they can't deny I don't hold grudges No no no no Those are for bitches with nothing to do I'd rather give niggas nothing but juice Live life like there's nothing to lose Oh shit, my bad, my bad Where are my manners man Please allow me to reintroduce It's Doctur The loopiest Nubian you ever knew Pray to god everyday for some new revenue Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue Baby, lay off Might see Jesus before I see my next day off Bitch I'm reaching for my lighter like it's my next pay off Let's make this run right quick to the liquor sto' Then we can run some more Cause freedom can't be so far Way off, lay off Might see Jesus before I see my next day off Bitch I'm reaching for my lighter like it's my next pay off Let's make this run right quick to the liquor sto' Then we can run some more Cause freedom can't be so far Go 'head n put it in motion We'll have to take off alone Better to be in devotion Say that to be in control Go 'head n put it in motion We'll have to take off alone Better to be in devotion Say that to be in control Go 'head n put it in motion Lay off, might see Jesus before I see- Bitch I'm reaching for my lighter like it's- Let's make this run right quick to the liquor sto' Then we can run some more Cause freedom can't be so far Way off From Letras Mania