Like He Ja ft. RY4N Lyrics

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I heard you got a plug, he taxin' on the Za

Unky quick, ta set the play, be bangin' shit, he feel like Ja

No brodie, trippin' up the bitch, you meet allah

You ain't talkin' bout the cheese, can't come around, it ain't bout gwap

Unkie trippin' in the kitchen, scrape the extras out the pot

Den hit it twice, he whip his wrist until it lock

Don't even try and call my fuckin' phone, it ain't bout guap

I'm the type to beat yo' ass and I ain't reach it for no glock

Teach my youngest somethin' different, put a thousand inna stock

Me and brodie gon' blow and have the whole city shocked

Get a beat and beat it up, I'm finna make this bitch walk

Remember days as a jit, I'm stuffin' hundreds in my sock

Alright, and I been deep inside my bag they say I'm actin' different

That helped you out when you was down, I won't get too specific

Brodie pulled up rollin zatti out the bow, this shit terrific

TT coppin' scripts from CVS, ain't never seen a clinic

Slidin' in an oldie, I ain't talkin' Honda Civic

I was broke up on my ass i found a bag and went and flipped it

I can show yo' ass the route, bitch, you lazy, go and get it

I be hangin' around some steppin', who be steppin', you ain't with it

Bitch think it's soccer, I ain't even tryna kick it

Brodie make the bag flip, hella times like a gymnast

Sold my fire head some, alright

Sold my fire head some shake and she got shorted but it's business.

Off White, off Supreme, I be hangin' in the trenches

Know my goals is gettin' close, I can feel it fourth & inches

Yeah, my bitch know the rules, we don't leave without them bitches

If you cop a bag from me, we gon' always do good business

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