Chopsticks Pt 2 Almighty Jay (Ft. Jace! (iayze))
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[Intro: Jace!]
Ayy, bitch, gang
Ayy, gang, ayy
Go, grr-rr
Go, go, go, go, go, go
[Chorus: Jace!]
Young nigga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that
[Verse 1: Jace!]
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' strap at? Nigga, Baghdad
We ain't bumpin' yo' mixtape, you should've scrapped that
Okay, okay, nigga, it's just me and Jay
Bitch, we go way back
.44 Bulldog's, shit like a 'Pit, it make him stay back
Pop out with that Gen, we let it hit, then we get in the wind
2 Glock's, them hoes twins, we let it spark 'em, like a twinny-twin
I know niggas on ten, they get quick money, load up that bin (Gang)
Not from Florida, out in Texas, but we catch him, spin that bin (Bitch, ayy)
She like, who them niggas gettin' all that money?
She let me crack that until her back crack, and then I pass that
Gettin' money since the old days, bitch, I'm pass that
Baby, you know I been okay, why you ask that?
Ayy, bitch, gang
Ayy, gang, ayy
Go, grr-rr
Go, go, go, go, go, go
[Chorus: Jace!]
Young nigga, I'm flexin' and I'm still gettin' this money
We gon' hop out [?], up them lighters, let him hold a hunnid
He don't like that, get yo' pipe back
Could get yo' life back
[?], case is guaranteed that he gon' fight that
[Verse 1: Jace!]
Where yo' bag at? Where yo' strap at? Nigga, Baghdad
We ain't bumpin' yo' mixtape, you should've scrapped that
Okay, okay, nigga, it's just me and Jay
Bitch, we go way back
.44 Bulldog's, shit like a 'Pit, it make him stay back
Pop out with that Gen, we let it hit, then we get in the wind
2 Glock's, them hoes twins, we let it spark 'em, like a twinny-twin
I know niggas on ten, they get quick money, load up that bin (Gang)
Not from Florida, out in Texas, but we catch him, spin that bin (Bitch, ayy)
She like, who them niggas gettin' all that money?
She let me crack that until her back crack, and then I pass that
Gettin' money since the old days, bitch, I'm pass that
Baby, you know I been okay, why you ask that?
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