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Yovnge priince - JB Style Lyrics



Yovnge priince - JB Style Lyrics




They wonder what jb gon say Crack the seal pour up some drank it ain really to much shit to say Separated from the fake i went ghost just like raphe No exercise bae this wont workout ya lyft is on the way Came a long way still im the same Still with the same niggas that i was with back in the day All the bullshitt i cant see just like ray Keep chops & full clips for any opp that come this way

Glocks & fns got extra shots they extend I had to leave the block just so my thoughts can expend Ima star i cant land ima star till the end I might f*ck her bestfriend cause she f*ck my brejren What you expect stay from out the mix count divid ends i need my check Free my dawgs from out them chains cant wait to slide in a corvette I ain settling for less bitch ima goat unlike the rest Everybody got they hand out for what It got me stressed Everybody moving foul it got me beefing with the ref I want you for your intellect nun more nun less Spittin all facts nocap the shitt come straight from off the head Its either me or you, you or mines lets make a bet If I catch him in that vehicle his lyfe its gon get Repoed Think jb came from Philly how im flyer then a eagle Ye that pussy fie and it get wet but ion need you Ill die bout my respect its just some things you gotta see through Its not bout what you say but how you say it could lethal What happened to this race I ain been f*cking with these people My new bitch a go getter and she shape just like trina Ytb till my eyes close until then let's pack arenas

When shit go up in flames and hit the fan youll see who really ain and who really ya manz I was wilding out back then cause i just couldnt understand Over time i grew wise i know for me god got a plan I promise ion plan on slip or fallin This shit here my calling They dont want me for my love so all these hoes im dawgin They tried to lock me out the door I kicked it down I still got in This gass got me coughing lean got me nauseous I wanna f*ck and she can tell so why the hell she stalling Know these hoes be for streets i put em up for auction We gon ball till we fall just like dennis rodman That smoke ain dead til they all in a f*cking coffin
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They wonder what jb gon say Crack the seal pour up some drank it ain really to much shit to say Separated from the fake i went ghost just like raphe No exercise bae this wont workout ya lyft is on the way Came a long way still im the same Still with the same niggas that i was with back in the day All the bullshitt i cant see just like ray Keep chops & full clips for any opp that come this way

Glocks & fns got extra shots they extend I had to leave the block just so my thoughts can expend Ima star i cant land ima star till the end I might f*ck her bestfriend cause she f*ck my brejren What you expect stay from out the mix count divid ends i need my check Free my dawgs from out them chains cant wait to slide in a corvette I ain settling for less bitch ima goat unlike the rest Everybody got they hand out for what It got me stressed Everybody moving foul it got me beefing with the ref I want you for your intellect nun more nun less Spittin all facts nocap the shitt come straight from off the head Its either me or you, you or mines lets make a bet If I catch him in that vehicle his lyfe its gon get Repoed Think jb came from Philly how im flyer then a eagle Ye that pussy fie and it get wet but ion need you Ill die bout my respect its just some things you gotta see through Its not bout what you say but how you say it could lethal What happened to this race I ain been f*cking with these people My new bitch a go getter and she shape just like trina Ytb till my eyes close until then let's pack arenas

When shit go up in flames and hit the fan youll see who really ain and who really ya manz I was wilding out back then cause i just couldnt understand Over time i grew wise i know for me god got a plan I promise ion plan on slip or fallin This shit here my calling They dont want me for my love so all these hoes im dawgin They tried to lock me out the door I kicked it down I still got in This gass got me coughing lean got me nauseous I wanna f*ck and she can tell so why the hell she stalling Know these hoes be for streets i put em up for auction We gon ball till we fall just like dennis rodman That smoke ain dead til they all in a f*cking coffin
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Writer: Jacob Thomas
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Performed By: Yovnge priince
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Jacob Thomas

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