Jugg – KillBunk

Letra da música Jugg. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de KillBunk.

I remember days I ain’t have shit now a young nigga living lavish
Got this glock on my waist make me grab it
These niggas talking I know they ain’t Bout shit
Had this money way fore all this rap shit
I can’t steal yo flow that shit too average
Grab that glock now he running like Mavericks
Feel like juice fell in love with a bad bitch
Wrist so icey I still buss down my jewels
Still with the gang we gon buss down a jugg
I put that boy in the oven yea he can get cooked
I pulled that glock on that nigga now that nigga shook
They asking me why I don’t give no fuck
I can’t feel no love my emotions is numb
She broke my heart she played me I feel dumb
I ain’t got no weed nah I’m sipping on some rum

Yea two straps make the beat go ham like it’s boom bap
Got a glock in my hand I’m gon shoot back
Got yo bitch on my dick yea she blew that
Hammer time with yo bitch I’m gone move that
He said he ain’t about it like true that
See the stars on the raf now she flew back
I can’t fold on my niggas no Johnny Cash
I know he a bitch nigga if I hit a lick then he gon snitch nigga
Know my gang forever we won’t switch nigga
He was rich I took his hands ima rich nigga
Ain’t no green eggs and ham it was grits nigga
Yea I’m gon take yo presents like grinch nigga
I ain’t tommy I’m still wearing Hilfiger
Yea yo bitch like me more cause my dick bigger
I remember all them days I was trapping
I put a mask on feel like Batman
I had to jugg way before this rapping
I had to jugg walk do my magic
Shawty want lie to me
You always said u would ride for me
Said u would never switch sides on me
Only put trust into my homies yuh

I remember days I ain’t have shit now a young nigga living lavish
Got this glock on my waist make me grab it
These niggas talking I know they ain’t Bout shit
Had this money way fore all this rap shit
I can’t steal yo flow that shit too average
Grab that glock now he running like Mavericks
Feel like juice fell in love with a bad bitch
Wrist so icey I still buss down my jewels
Still with the gang we gon buss down a jugg
I put that boy in the oven yea he can get cooked
I pulled that glock on that nigga now that nigga shook
They asking me why I don’t give no fuck
I can’t feel no love my emotions is numb
She broke my heart she played me I feel dumb
I ain’t got no weed nah I’m sipping on some rum