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Out That Jam

Mikey Dollaz

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[Chorus: Mikey Dollaz] I got shooters in my section And he gon' need a blessin' if I shoot him with my weapon It's Chiraq what I'm reppin' And Ima' rep it well, money put up just to bail So I'll be out the jam tomorrow nigga(x2) It's Chiraq what I'm reppin' And Ima' rep it well. money put up just to bail [Verse 1: Mikey Dollaz] Got some niggas with me that be down to blow I be thirsty just to drill a ho Shootin' shit, no camera though Phatts World where I rather go Got bond money, I be out the bam Taxin' niggas like Uncle Sam 30 popper, Ima' put him down The banger on me make no sound Got Black with me, Duck with me Send shots at his buck fifty Opp niggas can't fuck with me When I sign, Ima' fuck Nicki Shots fired, better duck quickly Can't love a bitch, no cuff in me Killin' shit, no love in me Niggas know they can't fuck with me [Verse 2: FBG DUCK] I ain't really with the talkin', what the fuck did you just say to me nigga? Better not play with me nigga, I stay with the Glock or the K with me nigga The Nina be beatin' the fuck out of niggas that bitch a abuser You could get wiped with the mop, or get stretched with the ruler Most of these niggas my sons, lil' nigga I been grown Niggas be sayin' we gettin' on, nigga we been on Now that he see his bitch gon', he wanna see fist thrown I'm throwin' these bullets until they hit everyone right in the end zone [Chorus] [Verse 3: I.L Will] I keep a Smith & Wesson Stacks up on my necklace Get brain like a professor Head shot, you need a blessin' Pop him if he flexin' Shooters in my section Bad bitches I be sexin' Fuck 'em and forgot 'em 9 under my pillow All I know is yayo Kill a instrumental More cheese than Alfredo Boy don't pass me that reg-o I'm smokin' on that stank-o Got a foreign bitch she fuego She just flew in from Barbados [Verse 4: Billionaire Black] Spent a band on some Giuseppe Call myself bitch I'm a boss Clout God I am a heavy Got Wee's, O.G.'s, 30's with beams I'm flyer than a jet see Disrespect the gang, swear this shit gon' get so hectic My shooters they so reckless I got money out the anus Smokin' dope and drankin', fell in love with Ben Franklin I'm steady rollin' gas man you know this shit stankin' 30's to his head, blow out every thing he thinkin' Them bullets get to rainin', gang! [Chorus]
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