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Jordan Year Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This one in a million, we [?], now we got the bars, check it out
I'm hittin' that pussy from different positions, I'm fuckin' her raw, she get it up
When I'm in the trinity, nigga know better, no reachin' my dawg, gon' wet it up
We get up on his car, I shot it up, put that switch in his window and hit it up
Me and [?] be havin' this
I'm only movin' with shooters when I'm in the city and checkin' in
I'm with bitches on bitches, she met her through me and they best friends
Got 'em hangin' out on beaches and [?]
I be hangin' with reapers and catchin' bands
Haven't landed a feature, it's [?], tell them "Gang"
Yeah, love it or marry it, go with the one
I match the Richard to go with the gun
I'm totin' the switch when I'm in the slums
Followin' shawty, I gave her like twenty
I don't need a sweater, say "Go where you want"
Swingin' them sticks, and it feel like we [Dodgers?]
As soon as we spark, but a hole in the one
Yeah, he got a hole in his head, turnin' his body, we know that he dead
Every night I pray I don't die, or don't go to feds
Brand new hunnids to wipe my eyes, so I turn to meds
Niggas ain't think I'm serious, 'til niggas start turnin' up dead

[Chorus]
Ain't no feelings involved, and we get involved, I'm treatin' my hoes the same
Couple millions in cars, can't tell what it was, I'm treatin' my dawgs the same
Even wins can feel like a loss some times, I'm treatin' 'em all the same
Ain't no feelings, and we get involved, I'm treatin' 'em, uh
[Verse 2]
Still on the same old shit
Hittin' bitches, they ain't gon' hit
Buyin' her shit they can't go get
Bunch of hits and I ain't gon' miss
I been runnin' them bandos up
Nigga know that we stand on shit
Pullin' up in a Lambo truck
And the checks is some hand-on shit, okay
Hands on, I fuck shawty with my Forces and my pants on
All these diamonds on my neck been gettin' their dance on
Put my momma, sister, cousin and my nans on
Swear the God, every thing I say, I stand on it
Yeah, [?]
Pullin' her tracks out, gotta [?], she got a [?] on
We got 'em wacked out, shit, they ain't even notice 'cause it took a year for 'em
Bringin' them backs out, pullin' up the the Clear Port, goin' airborne
Got a bad bitch with a bad bitch with her, I know what they here for
I'm a savage, real bad bitch getter, the check gettin' cleared for
I just ran up a check in some Air Force, alley-oop a lil' bitch off the headboard
Niggas goofy, like why would I care for all these switches
Like why would I fear? Y'all niggas pussies

[Chorus]
Ain't no feelings involved, and we get involved, I'm treatin' my hoes the same
Couple millions in cars, can't tell what it was, I'm treatin' my dawgs the same
Even wins can feel like a loss some times, I'm treatin' 'em all the same
Ain't no feelings, and we get involved, I'm treatin' 'em, uh

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