lirik lagu scy jimm – 49’ers
[intro]
ayy, ayy, yeah
.40 and 9, he don’t play football
.40 and 9, he don’t play football
kind of like the 49ers, ayy
[chorus]
bro got a .40 and a 9, he don’t play football
i know some n~ggas servin’ plates, but they don’t cook y’all
went and got a bag and a rocket, that’s when i took off
f~cked her so good, she ain’t go to work, she took off
ayy, she tried to make me pay for head and now i hate the b~tch
she said she wouldn’t do it, but she still ate the d~ck
i said i wouldn’t record, i ain’t lie, i took a pic, yeah
she say she want chanel, i went to ross, and got a fit, ayy
[verse]
d~mn, yeah, i know my opps mad
last year, i was broke, this year, i got a bag (i got a bag)
and 12 can’t keep up, i know the cops sad (f~ck ’em)
i admit, i came from sh~t, it’s hard not to brag (yeah)
look, i just be talkin’ sh~t (sh~t)
that n~gga thirty with no rod, he a walkin’ l!ck (hahaha)
and i’m twenty years old with a lot of sh~t (swear to god)
yeah, she skinny, but she can take a lot of d~ck (ugh, ugh)
ayy, hold on, let the beat breathe (huh)
john cena to you n~ggas, y’all can’t see me (nope)
b~tch, i been off the porch since the p3 (since the what?)
i’ma freak, bae, i can never keep it pg (ayy, i’m a freak)
that n~gga ran it up so fast, they like, “how the h~ll?” (how the h~ll?)
you got caught with all that food, how you out of jail? (how you out of jail?)
get caught, do your time, you ain’t gotta tell (snitch)
f~ckin’ at her people crib, she tryin’ not to yell (ooh, ooh, ooh)
whole lot of racks, i remember sn~tchin’ plasmas (b~tch)
f~ck her off a perc’, she can’t breathe, she got asthma
i be in bunnell, but i know plugs in palatka (cousin)
last year, it was hondas, but this coupe here the fastest (ayy, skrrt)
gang with me, run down, no way (gang with me)
n~gga move wrong, chop’ eat yo’ face (eat yo’ face)
wanna meet god? it might just be your day (ayy, yeah)
i got a lady, baby, i can’t be your bae (can’t be your bae)
[chorus]
bro got a .40 and a 9, he don’t play football
i know some n~ggas servin’ plates, but they don’t cook y’all
went and got a bag and a rocket, that’s when i took off
f~cked her so good, she ain’t go to work, she took off
ayy, she tried to make me pay for head and now i hate the b~tch
she said she wouldn’t do it, but she still ate the d~ck
i said i wouldn’t record, i ain’t lie, i took a pic
she say she want chanel, i went to ross, and got a fit
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