Juelz Santana - Up In The Studio Gettin Blown Pt. 2 (Freestyle) lyrics

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Juelz Santana - Up In The Studio Gettin Blown Pt. 2 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] I heard they counting me out Well, they must not know how to count That’s why they broke now I float like a brick of coke in the drought Human crack in the flesh, n***as know what I’m bout Everybody down I’m just scoping them out Had your b**h poking it out while I’m stroking her mouth Got the clip poking me now, so keep poking your mouth Or get lit up like a candle when I’m blowing ’em out Real n***a all day, stay strapped with it You gotta go it then come back with it Young Slick Rick no patch with it Late n***a, hot boy no match with it Still gettin’ money, you can hashtag facts with it And y’all n***as still broke, all caps with it I’m still the sh**, no laxative I bagged your b**h, no accident Told her s** my dick, no grabbing it She told me ‘watch your head, got tracks in it’ I told her ‘wash the pot it got crack in it’ When I’m in Cali every blunt got wax in it All these n***as wanna do is post IG pics But sh** you only gon’ see ’em on IG with That’s your IG j**els, that’s your IG whip Seeing forreal like where the sh** [?] Ig with Me if I post it I own it Still k**ing n***as, my condolensces My n***a Country, youngin’ silly but he coming with it Finger itchy, bust a semi ’til it’s nothing it Say don’t play when it come to the gun mister All I do is point out ’em out and he gon’ have fun with ya [?] time to work these n***as Lord knows, who has birthed these n***as Time to rock now I want everybody spot now Me, the one excluded from him including my friends I’m back, he’s moving again Dealing like Pac got the juice in my hands They ain’t never cooked coke ’til the jar broke Or whipped up so much you felt like your arms broke Hit ’em with the ice man look like a bar of soap Take it out, let it dry, now you got a blonde hoe Blonde b**h, white girl you never had a Carlos Santana hoe aka Billy Blanco Sorry to be the one to tell ya but You ain’t got a car n***a if you got a car note You ain’t never sold one You ain’t never sit down and break down a whole one Stretched ’til the flow come Since a youngin’, I was focused [?] You was living on the block, I was tryna controll it I always wanted so much money I couldn’t bulk it Then I got so much money I couldn’t hold it Now I’m back [?] money so I don’t get molded Gold chain, gold watch, gold bracelet on me Keep the banger on me in case a n***a tryna take it off me Gold ring, gold piece, Harlem shake it on me n***a tryna take it off me, he gon’ meet his maker homie Still smoking like jamaicans, homie Coke on the grill and I ain’t talking ’bout Jamaica, homie Y’all n***as know me A1 since day one And told to stay that way until my day come But all this fake love will make you hate love And all these fake n***as make me hate n***as But God, put people in your life for a reason Some for a lifetime, some for a season Never bit the hand thats feed ya Out just to help ya, you might just need it, believe it Morals is important that’s why I enforce it Never burn a bridge after you cross it f** it we burn it before we cross it [?] we get accross it, everybody bosses [?] help you n***as get rich Never treat these b**hes like the world and your n***as like sh** If he go, we go If he come, we come If he know, then he don’t It’s each one, teach one All my n***as put in work, each one, squeeze one n***as always on they think they tough sh** Til they head spontanesouly come busted We don’t retaliate, we decapitate Make n***as disappear, evaporate I’m by it, evacuate Booty n***as get tossed, no salad plate I’m by it Booty n***as get tossed, no salad plate

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