lirik lagu juan flocko & jj da guard - i like that
[intro: jj da guard]
y’know we had to get the real shooters up here to come tear this p~ssy b~tch down, yo, c, we got you
[verse: juan flocko & jj da guard]
can’t stop, won’t stop
catty stole your man, wearing p~ss yellow crop~top
i put a opp b~tch on the hitlist, i catch a opp b~tch, she get dropped, b~tch
shouldn’t’ve never let me be a referee again
if he foul, then i feel they be testing me again
yeah, you see they tried to k!ll my bro, i love that
we just caught another one, a new pack
a hundred million oppa’s, a hundred million glocks
a hundred million shots, a hundred million bops (j bop)
i done dropped everything that you weren’t able to drop
i did fentanyl too, i ain’t gon’ lie, i was chopped
aye, another block, throw a shot
spinnin’ through his street (street)
throwing up the three (three)
still feel like tabby, dissing on repeat (peat)
lola didn’t do nothing but watch us on the streets
it’s a wrap for b~tches, where’s pj at? serve your master, p~ssy
you caught a little pack for your masters, didn’t ya?
now you in jail, i feel bad for n~ggas
y’all so obsessed with the guys
i can’t think of a great tabby time
smoke j cat, i feel like a slime
slatt a slimy n~gga back around the block
[chorus: gbg tito]
young man, sellin’ by the trap, yeah you know me
loadin’ clips, emptying clips, yeah you know me
ami’ boy, travel to la, yeah you know me
all 24’, we gon’ blow, yeah you know me
fiendin’ to catch tabby, yeah you know me
bought me some balenci’s, yeah you know me
rolled me up some jj, yeah you know me
[sample]
she was once a cat that was thuggin’ in homes
[verse 2: gbg tito]
b~tch don’t got no roley, she got richard millie v
takin’ off to the stars, we got reaper on repeat
swept without my broom, now they got me makin’ peace (huh?)
condoms, or not, we have s~x through the week
i can barely breathe, cause jj ballin’ in my body
you don’t have to keep talking to me if money ain’t your problem
made it out the struggle, not quite, but i got ‘em
came from the trenches, ain’t no dirt on miami (yeah)
[chorus: gbg tito]
young man, sellin’ by the trap, yeah you know me
loadin’ clips, emptying clips, yeah you know me
ami’ boy, travel to la, yeah you know me
all 24’, we gon’ blow, yeah you know me
fiendin’ to catch tabby, yeah you know me
bought me some balenci’s, yeah you know me
rolled me up some jj, yeah you know me
[sample]
she was once a cat that was thuggin’ in homes
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