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J.R. Writer( Jr Writer )
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Thunda Or Nothing
This is greatness, don't get bodies in the play-offs
You niggas play sick like you tryna get a day off
Face it, you ain't got it, call me Madoff
Your bitch is the boss, everybody getting laid off
On another run, where all these niggas coming from?
Somebody tell the paces on the east that I'm number one
How you want it 'cause I been through all my things
You been hit with so much punches you won't even get to swing
I'm a beast, who can match me on the east?
I'm as nasty as a freak or your nasty looking freak
I get it in, make me wanna slap you with the heat
Dominican, but I be really black on the beat
I got your fix, couple birds on the strip
It's lit, show you all the type of work you can get
Extended clips, I murder any verse that I spit
You ain't never been sick, you just allergic to shit
Where I'm from get to jumping
The guns get to dumping
You don't even need to jump
They'll jump you for bluffing
Cut while I'm fronting
I'm done with the stunting
You can spring your little crews
But it's thunda or nothing
Heard me?
Thunda or nothing
It's thunda or nothing
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Tell 'em niggas cut over nothing
Niggas screaming, little crews
But it's thunda or nothing
Look, it's thunda or nothing
Head on the fronting, chit chatting with this mad now
What's the discussion?
Sharing but you ain't get to flush what I'm dumping, nigga
I hit the ab, went from nothing to something
I can show you how to come up, pitching till the sun up
Stitches only come up, they ditching when they run up
And with these bitches, hang 'em up like you do a phone
I made your chick wipe me down just 'cause boosie home
Hit up Hollywood for a new home
Hit my new neighbor up with a deuce to loan
And he hate that you mention this and real
When I'm in that new whip with the engine and the wheel
Stomach grinding, pockets empty, I know how it feels
'Cause I been going hard catching hundreds in the field
Bad mami in some heels while I roll a blunt
Sick sitting in her mouth like gold fronts
Check the stats in you, rappers and the known slumps
Going for a whole run while my foes bun
Different breed, call drugs, different keys
100% real, come and get with me
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