Cj Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, type time
Uhhh
Told ____ put some gangsta shit on, nigga
How he boming? Huh

[Hook]
2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon say her name
Grew up to be the man, ain't grow up to be no snitch, uh
Put that shit on gang, put that on my name, uh

[Verse 1]
Better stand on business 'fore they knock you off your feet
I know a nigga lost his life just from tryna cross the street
I can hit you with the white but it might not be cheap
I got on ice with my pipe boy don't try that shit with me, listen
East Side repre-- who--yeah, huh
East Side represent--uh, hold up!
East Side representativе, I'm on bullshit
Why would I worry 'bout a nigga with this full clip?
I don't get defensivе, we on offense
Get extra, send some extra bullets through his coffin
Bang, get the--gang, gang, bully, get busy
Every nigga really ready for that war you see I'm with
Strapped up with my partners behind enemy lines, huh
f*cking with some bitches that be with them, they be lying, listen
We got that dope to take your custos out the line
I keep a new check every two weeks like I'm working on the line
Listen, ahh, hmm
But me not ______
I got banjos in my pants, uh
And I know how to dance
A young reckless motherf*cker with a blick, don't take no chance
I'ma have sex with your girlfriend from the front, 'cause I romance
Now listen! Ah, uh
Roses on the bed, yeah
Perkies with her friends
Put a jersey on her head, listen
Huh, bitch I be done shot up early for them bands
In the game, glasses on, James Worthy, I'm the man, huh
Ahh, huh
Bro bro shooting funny, he Jamaal Wilkes, uh, aye
But that shit don't matter, it get y'all killed
I switch up my spots if I think them people onto me
She do backflips over ice, I made her look like Surya Bonaly
Got damn! Ah, huh
Protect it like it's precious
Got a ruler hanging out that whoo-wham, he gon' learn his lesson
Uh, I won't wear no jump suit but got moves like Elvis Presley Got a bitch that score like I score, she built like Lisa Leslie
I do!
[Bridge]
Nigga
All night how I'm cooking, nigga
Lil' bit of zaza
Got about 250 on

[Verse 2]
I don't bring my gun around it-- nah, hm
I won't bring my gun around the gang, I can't use that bitch
No, I, hmm, rerock
You can't bring your gun around me you won't use that bitch
I don't care, ah, tuh
I don't care how you feel
Pull up with that chopper, get to cutting out of Bonnyville
Corner, hop up out it, got that striker sitting off in the field
Grab that rifle, aim it at a white bitch, get revenge for Emmett Till
Listen, ah, hm, huh
Probably ain't 'posed to say that, ahh
Me don't give no f*ck, I'm out here looking for that payback, uhh
We go past Ajax, spin a wheel to break the bank glass
I got half a tank gas, pull up, get you straight jabbed
Bro bro put that hundred on
You better run 'cause on my mama, I don't know what he on
I just know he don't give two f*cks about buddy bone
Yo hoe in love with me 'cause we don't never f*ck her wrong
Listen!
She thought she was hooked, huh
Told her 'gotta be quicker than that'
I need me a book, I been trapping out them extra packs, huh
Yeah, It's words on top of that work as soon as you open it, huh
Let you know what the f*ck you doing before you smoke it
She ain't even know it to the old ass neighbor
She ain't even know her son got smoked, 'cause she a smoker
She was in there getting high, while he out there on the post
He know that hard shit too strong
Broke her neck, it had choked her
[Hook]
2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon say her name, uh
2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon say her name
Grew up to be the man, ain't grow up to be no snitch
I put that on my gang, I put that on my name
I grew up to be the man, ain't grow up to be no, huh
Grew up to be the man, ain't grow up to be no NAW!

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