JayJay Venus - Digital Sales Crashed

Ooh come see the president
Come see the president baby ahaha
Weird ass niggas praising sluts (What)
He done spent his earnings fa to fuck (Mane!)
And she like me she don't even like him (Ahaha)
But you know the kid, the president
She call him lol slim
She jus wanna fuck right now (What!)
Selling thug shit get it hot
Soon I'll have merchandise (Mane)
I'm jus going hard for the set (Leggo!)
Fuck a nigga bitch all night
Nigga I'll take her on a flight
That lil thing thea get hype (Trying tell you)
By some real niggas and you know we selling thug shit, (Know we set the mood) to the fucking streets
Digital sales, gone crash when I drop this (What)
And the real niggas gone recite this (What)
Man this shit to trill (Mane!)
Sometimes I jus sit down like, this shit yo real
But I keep my head high, ain't no nigga gone stop me (Never)
Try to block me like Shaq nigga and catch the three (Scoop!)
This jus some shit that I feel
You was never known for keeping it real (Fuck'm)
And I'm so relaxed
I jus got a rap check for some racks (Ya know? Let it build)
Wan, reporting live from the booth (Leggo)
I was in the coupe passing by ya on the stoop (Broke ass nigga)
You already know the kid, gotta get busy
And that's when that shit gone pop (Ya know?)
My youngins will pop a body
Fuck boy he gotta get dropped
Godfather my team
Nothing come before the green and family over everything
Nigga it's all about the cream
Can't let no nigga destroy my dreams (What!)
His head on a red beam (Fuck'm)
Nigga Ian een gotta think (Fuck it fuck)
Never

Written by:
Juug Grant

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