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Jace! - 22 (Long Way Down) Lyrics



Jace! - 22 (Long Way Down) Lyrics
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Wait
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow (uh)
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, ya-

Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't f*ck with the opps (opps)
See them there, we damn those (huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Nah, I can't cuff a bop
Pull up quick like- (ooh, yeah)
Who know that love would die?
And this shit cost twenty-two
With a groupie, I signed her boobs
And I'm knockin' that ho out her boots
True Religion, I be true
And I think that I like you
That's my bitch, but I like you too
Shit'll feel like Ike and Tina, Top Kid like Ikey Turner
She says she like my demeanor
I won't text her on no burner (oh)
I'm in Texas ridin' through Decatur
I be pullin' off, I won't see you later
And I heard this car like Mater
Brand new bitch, I had to save her
And this watch here cost some paper
Happy G-day Blake, my twin, but I still look like Xavier
I'd die 'bout my nana
We'll kill him, yeah, we aband' him
He was gang, but we abandon
Ride with the Glock, it's a nano
Wake up, turn them bands on
I don't gotta say more
Wait

Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't f*ck with the opps (opps)
See them there, we damn those (huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two
Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't f*ck with the opps (opps)
See them there, we damn those (huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two
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English

Wait
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow (uh)
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, ya-

Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't f*ck with the opps (opps)
See them there, we damn those (huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Nah, I can't cuff a bop
Pull up quick like- (ooh, yeah)
Who know that love would die?
And this shit cost twenty-two
With a groupie, I signed her boobs
And I'm knockin' that ho out her boots
True Religion, I be true
And I think that I like you
That's my bitch, but I like you too
Shit'll feel like Ike and Tina, Top Kid like Ikey Turner
She says she like my demeanor
I won't text her on no burner (oh)
I'm in Texas ridin' through Decatur
I be pullin' off, I won't see you later
And I heard this car like Mater
Brand new bitch, I had to save her
And this watch here cost some paper
Happy G-day Blake, my twin, but I still look like Xavier
I'd die 'bout my nana
We'll kill him, yeah, we aband' him
He was gang, but we abandon
Ride with the Glock, it's a nano
Wake up, turn them bands on
I don't gotta say more
Wait

Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't f*ck with the opps (opps)
See them there, we damn those (huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two
Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't f*ck with the opps (opps)
See them there, we damn those (huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two
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Writer: Jace Lavoer Salter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Jace!
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Jace Lavoer Salter
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