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lirik lagu juvenile baby - tap in

[intro]
gang (gang, yo, mannie)
ha, juvie (psh)
psh (juvie)
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
mad, this the type of sh~t, you feel me? (uh) turn up in your car, n~gga (ridin’ on, ridin’)
tryna go get some money, n~gga (tryna go— vroom)
tryna go f~ck some bad b~tches, too bad (real sh~t, bad, bad)
turn me up, hey (turn me up, hey)

[chorus]
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
prices goin’ up (what? huh?), tell ’em f~ck n~ggas to tap in (they better tap in, yeah, yeah)
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby girl, i’m havin’ (baby girl, i’m havin’)
these n~ggas rather crash than get a bag (huh? huh?), that’s ass backward (that’s ass backwards)
pillow talkin’ to these hoes ain’t gon’ do your ass no justice (h~ll nah)
it’s gon’ make her wanna come see ’bout them young n~ggas gettin’ money (huh, i swear to god, n~gga)
d~mn, it’s startin’ to make sense why all they b~tches wanna f~ck me (they wanna f~ck me)
i pray over all my p’s, i need ’em gone before this sunday (i need ’em gone, n~gga)

[verse 1]
he don’t pop it how he ‘posed to, bae, you know you could do better (you could do better)
i hit the left blinker, then went right (skrrt), tryna f~ck them crackers heads up (i keep on goin’)
with all this contraband inside the car (ah, ah), twin, they gon’ have to catch us (skrrt, they gon’ have to catch us)
blow a band on you like it ain’t nothin’, i spent that on a sweater (i be poppin’ it, bae)
i really pop it different, tired of hearin’ what broke n~ggas’ll do if they was in my position (what? what? n~gga)
tied of hearin’ n~ggas claimin’ bodies but ain’t do the k!llin’ (but ain’t do the k!llin’)
got the trap in a chokehold, b~tch, i feel like homer simpson (like homer simpson, n~gga)
i stay prayed up but keep that bl!cky, on my road to riches (grrah, grrah, on my road to riches)
brodie know i’m jumpin’ out first, i need him to work the wheel (work the wheel, n~gga)
this lil’ b~tch ain’t used to havin’ sh~t, i bought her ass a first chanel (a first chanel)
i got zaza for the low, i got— and i got percs as well (i got percs as well, yeah)
i f~cked her in the ‘cat, then kicked her out (what?), she told me go to h~ll (haha, haha, haha)
[chorus]
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
prices goin’ up, tell ’em f~ck n~ggas to tap in (they better tap in)
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby girl, i’m havin’ (yeah, you know i’m havin’)
these n~ggas rather crash than get a bag (huh? ayy, ayy, ayy), that’s ass backward (like what the f~ck?)
pillow talkin’ to these hoes ain’t gon’ do your ass no justice (ain’t doin’ no justice, n~gga)
it’s gon’ make her wanna come see ’bout them young n~ggas gettin’ money (okay, okay)
d~mn, it’s startin’ to make sense why all they b~tches wanna f~ck me (huh? they wanna f~ck me, ayy)
i pray over all my p’s, i need ’em gone before this sunday (ayy, please)

[verse 2]
i just made a gas stop, hit the road, i’m back en route (i’m back en route)
bruh said my name in one his songs, i’m tryna see what’s that about (n~gga, get on, huh?)
i don’t wanna speak, just let that money talk, make these n~ggas shut they mouth (like shut the f~ck up, n~gga)
big~ass glock inside my pants, you don’t want me to pull that out (grrah, pull that out, n~gga)
let a n~gga sn~tch my chain, i’ll stop rappin’ right now (i’ll stop rappin’ right now)
i ain’t comin’ back to get active (yeah), it can happen right now (it can happen right now)
big 10 milli’, thirty~three shots kriss vect’ packin’ right now (gang, i got my weight, n~gga)
i got the plug get your ass connected like some wi~fi (ha, wi~fi, n~gga)

[chorus]
can’t be happy broke, so i’m tryna be mad rich (mad rich)
prices goin’ up (uh~huh, yeah, yeah), tell ’em f~ck n~ggas to tap in (they better tap in)
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it (yeah), baby girl, i’m havin’ (you know i’m havin’)
these n~ggas rather crash than get a bag, that’s ass backward (like what the f~ck?)
pillow talkin’ to these hoes ain’t gon’ do your ass no justice (yeah, ain’t doin’ no justice, n~gga)
it’s gon’ make her wanna come see ’bout them young n~ggas gettin’ money (okay, okay)
d~mn, it’s startin’ to make sense why all they b~tches wanna f~ck me (huh? they wanna f~ck me, yeah)
i pray over all my p’s, i need ’em gone before this sunday (please, haha)
[outro]
ha, please
i need ’em gone before this sunday, ayy, haha
alright, run it back from the top real quick

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