Chords for "Jay5ive" 🧹 Pt III | Hazard Lights ⚠️ | 🎹: @Denzo2xbeatz x @JayHerb_

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"Jay5ive" 🧹 Pt III | Hazard Lights ⚠️ | 🎹: @Denzo2xbeatz x @JayHerb_ chords
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I'm about to get you, I brought my crew so don't ask me what's up, you got off in
Maliki to come see they nephew, nigga you cannot run out those suckas, I come to fall
but that's why I got revel, you been catching shots tryna throw a repetal, like life I don't
wanna set you, you did me wrong that's the reason I left you, like while I'm on play
tryna say I performed, like I ain't the reason that Nazi is gone, I said catch his daughter
I'ma kick the kid, but I take that back because now I feel wrong, I woke up my gun and my
kid on my own, they tell me don't break up that shit in my zone, they telling me stay
in the crib, but spinning that clock is the only way that I stay calm, T's on my body
I gotta move type, Idris a bitch nigga why would I cap, you wanna be sweet but so E-D-O-A
better pick you aside before J-Fop react, like you on my stool you lucky you ain't clap,
like why you keep lying you don't got no strap, while you in the crib editing videos, I was
outside tryna make me a pack, vlogging is cool nigga go get your pack, tell Doody logo
and pick up his stack, the niggas I shot probably watching your videos, I make them cry nigga
you make them laugh, she be like fag I'm in love with your tribes, E's your shit, please
do not go past your neck, shout out to Bo who can't lift up his neck, that nigga dead
on that bench, 3KG nigga free licky drench, don't break up my baby mama's surprise, your
bitch she can't ask right now so hold my music and I think that she wanna come be my friend,
I go here right there, I'm gon get them packets, tell C-Blue I'm not into reactions, I freestyle
shit, I do it with passion, I used to be broke but nigga that was back then, don't break up
shit that we did in the past then, J-Rip and the spliff nigga that shit make massive, I do
too much shit for my plot, so go and get locked just to hear that a nigga was rattin, Buddy Hill
better never be lacking, I hope he did he picked Bo on that casket, can't take you serious nigga
you mad at the sweepers like nigga go be mad we packin, LES nigga's pussy I just make her cock,
I got too many deaths how the fuck is y'all rappin, nigga boot the a bitch if I catch him
it's lit, give him four to the back while I yell out what's mackin, like she throw it back
when she got that she caught, when she hold on my broom like she tryna get active, or like she
fucked on Bo while she tryna come throw it on me, like I don't know her body cause I'm tragic,
go throw it like Butler I'm throwing like tragic, or he play for the Lakers but watch me work magic,
shout out to L that we call him a basket, Eli try to run it call four with his packets.
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_ I'm about to get you, I brought my crew so don't ask me what's up, you got off in
Maliki to come see they nephew, nigga you cannot run out those suckas, I come to fall
but that's why I got revel, you been catching shots tryna throw a repetal, like life I don't
wanna set you, you did me wrong that's the reason I left you, like while I'm on play
tryna say I performed, like I ain't the reason that Nazi is gone, I said catch his daughter
I'ma kick the kid, but I take that back because now I feel wrong, I woke up my gun and my
kid on my own, they tell me don't break up that shit in my zone, they telling me stay
in the crib, but spinning that clock is the only way that I stay calm, T's on my body
I gotta move type, Idris a bitch nigga why would I cap, you wanna be sweet but so E-D-O-A
better pick you aside before J-Fop react, like you on my stool you lucky you ain't clap,
like why you keep lying you don't got no strap, while you in the crib editing videos, I was
outside tryna make me a pack, vlogging is cool nigga go get your pack, tell Doody logo
and pick up his stack, the niggas I shot probably watching your videos, I make them cry nigga
you make them laugh, she be like fag I'm in love with your tribes, E's your shit, please
do not go past your neck, shout out to Bo who can't lift up his neck, that nigga dead
on that bench, 3KG nigga free licky drench, don't break up my baby mama's surprise, your
bitch she can't ask right now so hold my music and I think that she wanna come be my friend,
I go here right there, I'm gon get them packets, tell C-Blue I'm not into reactions, I freestyle
shit, I do it with passion, I used to be broke but nigga that was back then, don't break up
shit that we did in the past then, J-Rip and the spliff nigga that shit make massive, I do
too much shit for my plot, so go and get locked just to hear that a nigga was rattin, Buddy Hill
better never be lacking, I hope he did he picked Bo on that casket, can't take you serious nigga
you mad at the sweepers like nigga go be mad we packin, LES nigga's pussy I just make her cock,
I got too many deaths how the fuck is y'all rappin, nigga boot the a bitch if I catch him
it's lit, give him four to the back while I yell out what's mackin, like she throw it back
when she got that she caught, when she hold on my broom like she tryna get active, or like she
fucked on Bo while she tryna come throw it on me, like I don't know her body cause I'm tragic,
go throw it like Butler I'm throwing like tragic, or he play for the Lakers but watch me work magic,
shout out to L that we call him a basket, Eli try to run it call four with his packets. _ _ _
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