Privaledge - Jerry Springer lyrics

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Privaledge - Jerry Springer lyrics

All I do is make bangers And I still hang with hood n***as with them bangers You should probably chill with all the money amount Didn't your mama tell you you should never talk to strangers b**h try s** when you with her from both angles She just wanna ride the dick, releasing anger Wack n***a dissin' but he soundin' like a singer White on white chicks trynna meet the boy like Topanga Philly-Philly where I'm from ho, that's a banger ??? got the gun though, that's a banger I ain't even done though, that's the thing, I Just got started, money goin' retarded Haters tryin' they hardest, they know a n***a blowin' up Club need a elevator cause I got it goin' up We about to go on tour, YBL showin' up Gold chain on you n***as, sick sh** throw it up Aye, where I'm from my n***a It don't even matter give me some my n***a Reverand, if you ever see me run my n***a Guarantee we'll be back with the gun my n***a We just, havin' fun my n***a (x2) We just, yeah, wanna ball But you can get shot, and one my n***a Got some homies from M.O.B, Privaledge, 'member me? Get tightened up, you ain't even from Tennessee Hard drive but I know some people in memories So I don't wanna talk 'less it's something you did to me, yeah Banger, hit it from the back while the p**y gettin' fingered Tell her tip it over like a n***a playin' Janga Two hoes fightin' for the dick, Jerry Springer, oh

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