Bandgang Masoe - Jayc Freestye Lyrics

Lyrics Jayc Freestye - Bandgang Masoe



(MIA Jay C)
Dawg done ran his mouth 'bout a homicide, nigga done lost his mind
Been plenty nights my mama cried, she would've been forever cried
'Cause I can never see me droppin' a dime, don't give a fuck who done died
Nigga, pullin' up is like suicide, still shoot with my shoes untied (I hear you, Jay C)
Ain't gotta sneak out on my bitch, she might come home with a ho'
Last time I had taste for some drank, Babyface walked in with a four
Big shit over here, Dracos, money stacked up high, Legos
Sit on the couch, still pourin' Faygo, I'll fuck a nigga up quick, they know
Don't love shit, but my brothers bitch, and this styrofoam with this juice
Keep whistles on us like referees, he don't come around if he don't shoot
I tried to hoop, it ain't worked out, so we robbed the niggas that hoop
Rockin' white buffs like Snoop, lookin' like Money Mitch in that coupe
Free who? He'll rob you, we whatever they want to do
Big Mils did it on camera, he done got double life, now he through
I ain't gotta rap, I just do this shit for the ones who want to hear the truth
Heard they givin' out 50 for them things of the 'kota, I need boots
Couldn't imagine what my life was like, gettin' full off syrup and rice
Hittin' switches in the crib, makin' sure we still got the lights
My fiend poltergeist, check his pulse, see if he right
This shit just came straight from the D, I got it overnight
We shoot, we never fight, just walkin' in a scary sight
Bitch, yeah, right, my main key cost a hundred, bitch, hold the ice
My model bitch only eat veggies like, "hold the rice"
We been stopped fuckin' with the mail, we on for life
Take a chance, take a chance, bitch, roll the dice
You got some license here to plan, we goin' tonight
They done let go, hoo, go load the sight
Come up on Shefford, make a left, and stop at the light
The ones that know, man, they know this shit is my life
Ridin' with Monte, spinnin' Will like the price is right
You probably writin' out your will if the price ain't right
You ain't never seen a robbery gone bad on ice
Niggas hatin' from up close, we call 'em Uncle Ikes
They know the motto to live by, nigga, sheist for sheist
Go snake for snake, don't take bitches on dates
Nigga, your Rollie fake, so I'm knowin' you fake
I stay away from niggas like you, ain't tryna inhale the hate
They gon' play on a nigga like you, see a nigga like me, we straight
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout no deuce, pourin' two of them up every day
Niggas run around wearin' bugs anyway, finna point it at the crowd and spray



Writer(s): Joshua Camron White, Ma Soe


Bandgang Masoe - Zai Chari
Album Zai Chari
date of release
16-04-2019




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