Lyrics:
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,
to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
Me close ya eyes feel the magic never leave when ya need me I do ya just
Like daddy
I met her when she was
3onff w mouchta9atih
Mlessa9 bab f labyrinthe tesma3 tech9a ettih
Mate3ya w terta9i 9olna ga3 li m3al9a etti7
Mat9arennicha m3a el 9ati3 nchoufhoum mel
ya
You a sellout if you glorify that trash
That does not meet the criteria
I'm a patriot, I've united states
Every bill I check got Buccs and
Nears Tom
everyday
Been through a lot of years, oh my days
Wogb3 j3k3, wogb3 j3k3 aye!
I say nobody dey love you but yourself (ya! ya!)
So we keep it grinding
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
Hustlin' gots to stack my dividends
Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin' ends
Hangin' on the set tryin' to stack some fuckin' dividends
more deep,
Swimming at large,
Waiting for me,
I don't wanna love ya,
I don't wanna love ya,
But what if i do,
Hoping that ya love me,
Hoping that
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
carpet burns off the rug
And to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
Ya
That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking
That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking
Whoosh
When you got your brain doing small time thinking 3up the 3up
Couples are together what you saying about lockdown
You need to 3up the 3up
If
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if
focused on how to survive
Meaa na me kor ba b3 sorti me granny
Adwoa ne Maame I got them for life
Wei na me faa mu but still ebe so
Yeahh me wor goals
to California and be a forever stoner
By the way, did I mention that I got glaucoma
I'm lying, I just love the smell, the aroma
Gelato, birthday cake, Runtz, sour
make me bury you
If you sit on my swagger, bitch take some carellflu
Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22
Pop yo' ass right behind the ear
side
Chorus:
Keep it, on the real (high sided)
If you're real with me, I'll be real with you yeah
(3X Krazy's got yo mind realizin)
[Verse Two]
It be
mothafucka' follow me
When the funk go down we ridin' deep,
Wit a, I got you, an a you get me
Fear no man but God, so if it's on, it's on
Cowards can come
I got that
These niggas with me OC
If I nod, they popping that heat
But they don't really need it, cold D, Bo
Ran through 300 packs
(money) , in 300
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
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