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J's Video (MV)




Performed By: Alabama Nick
Length: 2:37
Written by: Nicholus Thomas




Alabama Nick - J's Lyrics
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J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)

I ain't gotta touch the dope, I be middle mannin' (nope)
Boy, levels to this shit, that shit come from plannin' (yup)
Runnin' plays through the days just to get paid (boy)
I'm a hustla, nigga, it ain't no other way (no)
Nigga, I be 'bout my business like I'm Gary Vee (Gary Vee)
I left my side bitch alone, she talkin' 'bout, "Marry me" (hell nah)
I got a shooter that'll take the charge, El Debarge (yup)
Don't let 'em fool ya, I keep guns on me like a serge' (ta-ta-ta-ta)
Magic City, got them Ones on me like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
Been workin' out a lil' bit more, I'm tryna lose my belly (yup)
I got a hunnid pair of J's in a shoebox (box)
Got a 30 round clip in my new Glock (Glock)
Flippin' bricks, totin' 'em sticks, I'm on your block (block)
Watch your energy, my boy, you kinda make me nervous (yeah)
They be quick to turn state, that's that fed service (huh)
Came runnin' out the gate straight, no swervin' (no)

J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)

J's, J's
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week
J's, J's
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week

J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
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J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)

I ain't gotta touch the dope, I be middle mannin' (nope)
Boy, levels to this shit, that shit come from plannin' (yup)
Runnin' plays through the days just to get paid (boy)
I'm a hustla, nigga, it ain't no other way (no)
Nigga, I be 'bout my business like I'm Gary Vee (Gary Vee)
I left my side bitch alone, she talkin' 'bout, "Marry me" (hell nah)
I got a shooter that'll take the charge, El Debarge (yup)
Don't let 'em fool ya, I keep guns on me like a serge' (ta-ta-ta-ta)
Magic City, got them Ones on me like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
Been workin' out a lil' bit more, I'm tryna lose my belly (yup)
I got a hunnid pair of J's in a shoebox (box)
Got a 30 round clip in my new Glock (Glock)
Flippin' bricks, totin' 'em sticks, I'm on your block (block)
Watch your energy, my boy, you kinda make me nervous (yeah)
They be quick to turn state, that's that fed service (huh)
Came runnin' out the gate straight, no swervin' (no)

J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)

J's, J's
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week
J's, J's
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week

J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's at my door (huh), J's on my feet (yeah)
Got 'em linin' up down the street for 'bout a week ('bout a week)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah), J's (yeah)
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Writer: Nicholus Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Thug Soul Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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