Jay Brazzyy - There He Aims

Uh, there he aims (Aims, aims)
Aimin' at him with a stick
Cuz he can't go (Nah, nah)
Throwin them shots like a pitch
Heart got cold (Cold, cold)
You told me that you wouldn't switch
On my own (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Gettin bags, gettin rich

Dropping bands, dropping hits (What)
Drop it low, do the splits (Yeah)
Member we came up from nothin' (Nothin')
Hit stains, hittin licks (Yeah)
Eating noodles, eating ritz (Ritz)
Rocking all the same fits (Fits)
Now we living doing good
Spend a bag Ruth Chris, uh

Life wasn't easy, got me a milli' lil weezy (What, what)
Pop me a perc, that shit got me feelin' sleepy (Slatt, slatt)
Got yo bitch, yeah we finna get freaky (Yeah, yeah)
Check on her, yeah she movin' real sneaky

Shawty want live in the lifestyle (Yeah, yeah)
You know we smokin' that loud
Lil nigga copying my style (What, what)
That nigga better pipe down
No we not doing no damn trial (Nah, nah)
Flee the scene do a mile
There he aims movin' real wild (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cleanup on the eighth isle

There he aims (Aims, aims)
Aimin' at him with a stick
Cuz he can't go (Nah, nah)
Throwin them shots like a pitch
Heart got cold (Cold, cold)
You told me that you wouldn't switch
On my own (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Gettin bags, gettin rich

Dropping bands, dropping hits (What)
Drop it low, do the splits (Yeah)
Member we came up from nothin' (Nothin')
Hit stains, hittin licks (Yeah)
Eating noodles, eating ritz (Ritz)
Rocking all the same fits (Fits)
Now we living doing good
Spend a bag Ruth Chris, uh

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Jay Brazzyy

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