Panban
Huntaps
JVKC
King Prince
Lil 13th
Lil E
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On the Liggins, Lucas with the foreskin
4 and 0 in ping pong so you know I’m on that Liggins
I’m the hot ish, Evan pulled a thot bitch
He gave her the address so she rode him like a rocket
Drinking the Brisk, hit her with my fist
They ain’t believe me so I put it on that Liggins
Respect my crypn, they say he is tripping
He say he off the lean but I say he off the Liggins
Lucas smelly, kinda smell like jelly
Aronell look like Nelly, wish I looked like Devin Liggins
I be playing Madden you can’t that say that I be strappin'
I ain’t never ever trappin' cause I ain’t about that life
I just need a wife, Heavana got me feelin' right
Sneaking out on the daily just to see that girl in tights
Aronell scary got the frights, really need to exercise
Me and him, day and night, but I stay on that Liggins
Hoppin' in the booth you know you cannot match this
When she throw it back you know I’m gonna clap it
22 bitches on me like I’m Andrew Wiggins
Pull up with the mac spraying I put that on Liggins
Hoppin' in the booth you know you cannot match this
When she throw it back you know I’m gonna clap it
22 bitches on me like I’m Andrew Wiggins
Pull up with the mac spraying I put that on Liggins
360 dunk on a bitch call me Lavine
I just met your girl and she said that she loved me
Tryna diss me you know that ain’t wise B
Not Dej Loaf so don’t even try me
Man I roll around with the same clique keep it small
Wanna get the smoke you can swallow my dick and balls
I look over y’all I’m 6'2 too tall
On the weekend I feel like the king of fall
Party life with your girl in the VIP
Scoring all these hoes give me the MVP
Getting all these buckets just call me Kobe
You know what we rep fucking JVKC
Snap a bitch once tomorrow we chillin'
New whip came with no ceiling
Head to Lee’s with Chevon get some fucking chicken
And you know we put that shit on Liggins
Hoppin' in the booth you know you cannot match this
When she throw it back you know I’m gonna clap it
22 bitches on me like I’m Andrew Wiggins
Pull up with the mac spraying I put that on Liggins
I’m a big tall tree how I keep a stick
Tiptoes bitch you still 5'6
They call me Andrew Luck I’m throwin' good dick
Lousy ass pass Andrew Bauer with the pick
Pull up on King Prince and you get the fucking smoke
Qwerty on the keyboard think I’m fiending with the fucking coke
Rodger Federer how I swing that’s on the dead locs
Warm and wet bitch just how I like my nachos
Free Tekashi and free my PANBAN Shmurda too
Everyday a holiday just like my name is Jrue
I’m the dad bod on the stage with the Nike crew
Trippin' off the nail polish in the fucking booth
Dangerous like Ray Rice in an elevator
No one throw a hook better except Deontay Wilder
Triple fucking melee I’m a street fighter
I’m Ohio’s Lil Wayne pass me the fucking lighter
I go to school teachers learning shit from me
I won’t remember them but they’ll remember me
Bluefaces one hundred like a fucking centipede
Fuck Juuling, fucking ghost, I’m smoking cat pee bitch
Doors open, come inside, wrap me up baby
They don’t understand me they think I’m fucking crazy
Put me in the JDC I never like behaving
Dasani water, strawberries girl I’m fucking craving
Hoppin' in the booth you know you cannot match this
When she throw it back you know I’m gonna clap it
22 bitches on me like I’m Andrew Wiggins
Pull up with the mac spraying I put that on Liggins
You should know this, I don’t have 50 people to roll with
I ain’t with my boys for a day, I’m feeling homesick
Used to be that nerdy kid that wasn’t getting no chicks
Now I’m shining and my future brighter than a glowstick
I’m so slick, you taking pics you better post it
At the studio or venues where I’m posted
She gon' raise a glass I don’t drink but we can toast it
Said I’m disappearing after night she getting ghost
Yeah, cause tonight I’m feeling big time
Lookin' for the clout you ain’t ever bout to get mine
She got my number when I hit her with the slick lines
Evertime I call her though I dial star 69!
Hoppin' in the booth you know you cannot match this
When she throw it back you know I’m gonna clap it
22 bitches on me like I’m Andrew Wiggins
Pull up with the mac spraying I put that on Liggins
Hoppin' in the booth you know you cannot match this
When she throw it back you know I’m gonna clap it
22 bitches on me like I’m Andrew Wiggins
Pull up with the mac spraying I put that on Liggins
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