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Jace Iayze - Song Wars Sosa Beat Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, bitch, go, turn me up (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
Ayy, I said this, this—, this— (Ayy)
This all me right now, you know? (This all me, uh)
I'm—, I'm just coolin', I'm really on stupid shit (Ayy, it's Lil' Jace, baby)
I'm on my dumb shit, you know? (Lil' Jace, baby, ayy, you know how the fuck I'm rockin')
Ayy, I say

[Chorus]
I be that nigga that makin' these lil' niggas mad, and I'm already knowin' (Bitch)
I be that nigga that's hittin' your bitch from the back, and she already showin' everyone
All of my niggas, they don't discriminate, they blowin' at everyone, bitch
I'm the type nigga go blow me a bag and then show it to everyone (Show it to everyone)
Like, you don't got these kicks, these lil' bitches new season
They like, "Jace, chill out, I mean it, flexin' on niggas for no reason" (For no reason)
You ain't even gon' feel the shit I'm sayin' 'cause you won't be shit (You won't be shit)
I just hopped out with a thirty round and Cujo followed up with thirty more of 'em (Bitch)

[Verse]
Fuck a thirty like it's Stephen Curry, hop out KD numbers, start scorin' on 'em
You would think the weather changed, the way that them bullets rain, start pourin' on 'em
You would think it was a Cowboys game, way them niggas catch bullets (Shit)
I done had this shit up to the fullest, I done had to even at my lowest (Shit, lowest)
And he catchin' bullets, T. Owens, I get too high, but a family guy
I get fat off the cup, where's Lois? Might get fat off the drank, I know it (Know it)
I'ma switch this shit up, we see his car, then we swishin' shit up
Yeah, I be ballin', I'm blitzin' shit up, she tryna see my Glock, and I'm like, "Yeah, you can kiss it with her"
It's me, bitch, it's me (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
[Chorus]
I be that nigga that makin' these lil' niggas mad, and I'm already knowin' (Bitch)
I be that nigga that's hittin' your bitch from the back, and she already showin' everyone
All of my niggas, they don't discriminate, they blowin' at everyone, bitch
I'm the type nigga go blow me a bag and then show it to everyone (Show it to everyone)
Like, you don't got these kicks, these lil' bitches new season
They like, "Jace, chill out, I mean it, flexin' on niggas for no reason" (For no reason)
You ain't even gon' feel the shit I'm sayin' 'cause you won't be shit (You won't be shit)
I just hopped out with a thirty round and Cujo followed up with thirty more of 'em (Bitch)

[Outro]
That's it?
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