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Jugg King (Remix)

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I told you I'm trying to DJ

Shut up, shut up, shut up

Let you niggas fall in love

Shawty, I just want a nut

Marble flows, I'm out the mud

Game ain't based on sympathy

Said, diddy, bitch, you feelin' me?

I just wanna feed the squad

I just want my feet massaged

Wrap my block up, enter door

Go get a whole new feat tomorrow

Friendships, they can get expensive

Chillin', yeah, that's been a minute

FedEx, I could ship the spinach

St. Laurent, I've been to Lenny's

See, you talk a lot of money

But it's time to see the dentist

You say you a hit, man, but you ain't hit shit

You say you a lick, man, but you ain't hit no licks

You say you a dope, why, but you ain't sold no bricks

My baby mama left, I bought another nigga, bitch

I do what I want, you do what you can

I stashed away a meal, just if shit don't go as planned

I do what I want, you do what you can

I stashed away a meal, just if shit don't go as planned

Fuck niggas, do what they can

Real niggas, do what they want

I fuck with y 'all scooters and the Black Migos gang

Cause I know we gon' keep it A1

Oh, rooty -pooty finger in the booty -ass nigga

Better go on with the game, shout it, we don't play nothin'

And wait for the pain, learn

Fuck a gold -nigga bitch, jack my dick before I ever pay one

If you a fuck nigga, you gotta stay one

You make a little money, they don't chain nothin'

I met her walkin' out the golden archin'

Now she bent over with a bat archin'

I met Estee Martin on the aftermarket

He know I called her bitch and retarded

And I was forgivin' when I fuck her hard

Payin' no attention, she the preacher daughter

And it's trap music, nigga, that my shit

Nigga, tell you anything, girl, it ain't my shit

Started a long time ago in the pipe, man

With a Glock and a quarter or a Roxy

Hound the cane, nigga, when it come to that

Put it on the map, made you want a round

On your social media, you can go on and kill

But keep this shit a hundred, though, it's only fair, yeah

You say you a hit, man, but you ain't hit shit

You say you a lick, man, but you ain't hit no licks

You say you a dope, boy, but you ain't sold no bricks

My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch

I do what I want, you do what you can

I stashed away a mill just if shit don't go as planned

I do what I want, you do what you can

I stashed away a mill just if shit don't go as planned

I'm a real nigga, lick hitter, bitch getter

Quick flipper, pot whipper, dope dealer

Fly, nigga, it pop off, I'm a ride, nigga

Go yard, a hundred racks inside, nigga

You a fuck, nigga, I could get you touched, nigga

I be in your hood, so I know what's up with you

You a worker, nigga, hang around plugs, nigga

You the dope man, you ain't got no drugs, nigga

I'm a boss, nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga

550 Benz, you know what that cost, nigga

My shit paid for, you payin' a note, you ridin' a rental

I got three bands, you know Future, that's my nigga

You say you a hit man, but you ain't hit shit

You say you a lick man, but you ain't hit no licks

You say you a dope boy, but you ain't sold no bricks

My baby mama left, I bought another nigga, bitch

I do what I want, you do what you can

I stashed away a mill just if shit don't go as planned

I do what I want, you do what you can

I stashed away a mill just if shit don't go as planned