Klear J - Yeah 2 - Georgia Boy & T-money lyrics

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Klear J - Yeah 2 - Georgia Boy & T-money lyrics

ATM Records Music Group Klear J: Yeah n***a, Klear to the motherf**ing J (Uh Huh) Uh Huh (Yeah) T-Money of in this b**h (Uh Huh, Yeah keeps repeating) Motherf**ing, Georgia Boy of in this b**h, n***a We Throw ya Yeah ! (Uh Huh, Yeah repeats two times) Yeah, Yeah, I That you can I Me and my n***a throw that click up and you know the deal/ The Ace in the air to show these n***az we I make Don n***a I And don You can And my rims spinning because I be a baller at youth/ And them n***az hated, they tried to put me down on my flow/ But I be that n***a that like to put Can Yeah number 2, this time I didn But if you n***a trip then I Go dig up all your dirt and spill your secrets you little b**h T-Money: (T-Money) Yeah/ (T-Money) Yeah/ I make them n***a say Yeah/ Look and stare/ We is that there, that Putting hoe on they knees and n***az know I ride for these/ n***az that by my side/ ATM we got our pride/ Yeah motherf**er, we leave your a** dead or alive/ But it don We peep y Your life, the check/ You disrespect, the tech You will regret, me and my n***a round here put you in check/ So understand that it All gravy, rep the hood, Eufaula, if you could/ Step to us, let us know that you If you ain Better get some growth and better stand up for yourself/ Cause you (Georgia Boy: It Now where Georgia Boy: Meet your motherf**ing d**h, f**ing with me/ GA to the motherf**ing B will leave you in the street/ Playing with my n***az, that f**ing with my crew, we Leave your a** in the street/ Or six feet f**ing deep/ In a ditch, n***a it, really don Klear J off, in this b**h/ Georgia Boy I represent/ C-Town, Mid Side n***a, where you at n***a/ I am not playing with you motherf**ing boys/ You best believe that I bring that motherf**ing noise/ I have these toys for you p**y motherf**er n***a/ I On you and your f**ing momma/ b**h I bring that f**ing drama/ Now f** you n***a, what the f** you wanna do/ sh** I Bring these f**ing toys out/ .44 Up under my belt/ p**y n***a I will make you melt/ To the f**ing curb n***a/ I All over the motherf**ing house, you heard me n***a/ Leave your blood on the couch/ I, represent the south/ Dirty south where you at n***a/ What the f** you End

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