Letra de Ur Just Like Them - Jace!

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Real Murda Worth shit I'm talm 'bout (Aye, bitch)

Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn a nigga into dust (Bitch)

Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn a nigga into dust (Aye, bitch)

Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn that nigga into dust (Bitch, rrr, rrr)

A.R.P., fifty on drum, make a nigga tail tuck (He tail)

Can’t show a nigga from the city no pity, his ass ain't tryna get burnt up (Bitch)

Think she a city girl, send her to the city, I ain’t tryna get–, okay

Two-feet tall with a wood grain grip (Grip), should know that's a Drac' (Drac')

If thirty was out, then it wouldn't be shit (Be shit), we just buck at his face (His face)

I got niggas that's dead in that grave (That grave)

I got niggas that'll send you to space (To space)

I'll put that nigga in a grave (A grave), how you like what he sayin' 'bout Jace? (Jace)

These niggas be bitches, his ass get burnt up

Fuck with the opps', better pray they turnt up

She want me, wanna lift her skirt up and I might do it if she can't change (Bitch)

And I ain’t even flex no chains, bought us a crib and got us some cars and shit

If you think he's okay and'll keep you safe, them bullets rain (Bullets rain)

And I ain't Captain Save nobody, I'm just bust your brain

Wake up and I think 'bout drills, I'll never be the same (Be the same)

Wake up and I think 'bout kills, but what 'bout the millions I made? (The millions I made)

And these lil' niggas ain't in the field, why you think he won't get baked? (He won't get baked)

That nigga like, he won't get baked (Aye, he won't get baked)

You know I'm still getting paid

Real Murda Worth shit I'm talm 'bout

He won't get baked

I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill shit

Pop that boy like a pill, that lil' nigga won't kill shit

Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the shits

That lil' nigga ain't on nun', y'all can lay it up

Y'all gon' lay it up, but I still been the one

Y'all gon' lay it up, but [?]

How come you be dumb, that lil nigga ain't on

That nigga too goofy, yeah, he Donald Duck

I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill shit

Pop that boy like a pill, that lil' nigga won't kill shit

Watch me buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the shits

That lil' nigga ain't on nun', y'all can lay it up

Y'all gon' lay it up, but I still been the one

Y'all gon' lay it up, but [?]

How come you be dumb, that lil nigga ain't on

That nigga too goofy, yeah, he Donald Duck

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