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Judas Lyrics - Artist : Spillage Village
[Ari:]
Hit the road and don't you come back no more no more no more Hit the road jack and don't you come back no more oohh Hit the road and don't you come back no more no more no more Hit the road jack and don't you come back no more Ooohhh ohhh [Buddy:] My baby My baby why you treat me so cold You put me out on the side of the road I had my own thing goin way before you came along Now its 3:45 in the morn, Ima call your phone [JID:] Spill drinks on my clothes She throwin hands bout some hoes In my dm's tryna be low I gotta go I got goals I got shows Fasho They outsold I don't sell my soul My soul sells no parasails My paragraphs gel with life real Life no Reel I persevered from out the lions grip To my defense You just offended Cause you ride the bench I'm siding with God Ridin with ya'll got me in problems Findin my flaws I feel a force I'm Built for it, fortified It ain't 1954 I ain't your niggas boy One hand glock John Hancock Wanna signature Send the coordinates Drop a pin I'm feelin immature Centaurs rumbling through the forest check ya temperature [Masego:] We're always fighting You always leave Mentally drown me Eventually you lead Her minds on money My minds on greed Yeah, your enticing Yes indeed [Chance:] Runnin through the maze like lab rat Or an Indian in the field with a hazmat Runnin away from small pox pack a light backpack Pack up your Andrew jacks til you come back like clap backs No cap No capitalist billionaire back tax No black batman countin Benjamin Affleck But once you get that money they gon say you don't act black I know I'm light skin bitch but I'm matte black I know many moochers like cows They like to use us And slight movers and calves Uncle Sam is the one who could really use a hijab It's kind of hard to face it when you use to usin ghost faces Alcoholic blame our people for confusing bags You should brag I refuse to beg I'm a hollow wolf Pull up in that chess records Who's your dad I know my freedom papers ain't my payment stubs But how could you blame a nigga just for chasin tugs [Masego:] We're always fighting You always leave Mentally drown me Eventually you lead Her minds on money My minds on greed Yeah, your enticing Yes indeed |
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