Jxnesdeath - 40 Piece lyrics
[Jxnesdeath - 40 Piece lyrics]
Perfect alan
Sippin' with some ice in my drink burr burr
Bitch I’m aiming for ya
Head you’ll end up on a shirt
Made mistakes in my past but it
Wouldn’t be the first
Like AI I don’t practice, I don’t go rehearse
40 piece on your head finna
Leave a nigga stupid
I don’t even murder beats I
Just straight abuse it
She got mud in her cup and
It’s leaking off her lips
Nah I can’t never miss I can only make hit's
She gon' bow down too me
Yeah she gonna praise me
Heard you sent shots at me
But them shit grazеd me
If you want a feat from me
Gotta go and pay mе
I don’t even wanna fuck that
Bitch I’m too lazy
Bad bitches I don’t even try to
Go and look for em'
Sent his ass to hell cause up
Above was too good for him
Bitch I keep the grams on me like a fuck kilo
Got the red dot on you throwing out torpedos
That bitch she a freak hoe came
In from the east hoe
Bitch I need a milly milly
Milly like I’m meek oh
My bitch extra nasty nasty
Nasty like she Rico
Bitch I got precision cause I’m
Aiming through the peephole
I remember niggas didn’t wanna
Fuck with me cause
I didn’t have no bands in my pocket
Now I feel like Patrick Beverly
I got this locked in
She wanna kick it with me
Like a motherfucker Spartan yeah, yeah
Sippin' with some ice in my drink burr burr
Bitch I’m aiming for ya head you’ll
End up on a shirt
Made mistakes in my past but
It wouldn’t be the first
Like AI I don’t practice, I don’t go rehearse
40 piece on your head finna
Leave a nigga stupid
I don’t even murder beats I
Just straight abuse it
She got mud in her cup and
It’s leaking off her lips
Nah I can’t never miss I can only make hit's
Sippin' with some ice in my drink burr burr
Bitch I’m aiming for ya
Head you’ll end up on a shirt
Made mistakes in my past but it
Wouldn’t be the first
Like AI I don’t practice, I don’t go rehearse
40 piece on your head finna
Leave a nigga stupid
I don’t even murder beats I
Just straight abuse it
She got mud in her cup and
It’s leaking off her lips
Nah I can’t never miss I can only make hit's
She gon' bow down too me
Yeah she gonna praise me
Heard you sent shots at me
But them shit grazеd me
If you want a feat from me
Gotta go and pay mе
I don’t even wanna fuck that
Bitch I’m too lazy
Bad bitches I don’t even try to
Go and look for em'
Sent his ass to hell cause up
Above was too good for him
Bitch I keep the grams on me like a fuck kilo
Got the red dot on you throwing out torpedos
That bitch she a freak hoe came
In from the east hoe
Bitch I need a milly milly
Milly like I’m meek oh
My bitch extra nasty nasty
Nasty like she Rico
Bitch I got precision cause I’m
Aiming through the peephole
I remember niggas didn’t wanna
Fuck with me cause
I didn’t have no bands in my pocket
Now I feel like Patrick Beverly
I got this locked in
She wanna kick it with me
Like a motherfucker Spartan yeah, yeah
Sippin' with some ice in my drink burr burr
Bitch I’m aiming for ya head you’ll
End up on a shirt
Made mistakes in my past but
It wouldn’t be the first
Like AI I don’t practice, I don’t go rehearse
40 piece on your head finna
Leave a nigga stupid
I don’t even murder beats I
Just straight abuse it
She got mud in her cup and
It’s leaking off her lips
Nah I can’t never miss I can only make hit's