Rap Ass Nigga JT Money

kid Still a nigga see right through your game I know it ain't no substance to your game Trying to outdo the next nigga, claiming G But all you rap ass niggas are the same to me I gave you game for

Playa Ass Shit JT Money

This be some playa ass shit, what this is nigga? [Some playa ass shit] This be some playa ass shit, nigga what this is?

War JT Money

Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right) Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) JT Money, God dammit Bout time, spin this bitch (Niggaz waitin on yo muh'fuckin ass, let's ride) (Hook) x4 Heychayaya, heychayaya

Whatcha Want JT Money

nigga, its too late Whatcha want boy, come meet your fate Know when you take, your ass gonna die I'm the last nigga you wanna try hook Whatcha want boy, nigga what you want huh?

Watcha Want JT Money

killed Fuck with mine, I'll split your wig Take no shorts, play no games Put it on your ass boy, it ain't no thang Chickens say j, let em stray Death to them niggas that playa hate Can't apologize nigga

Cowards in Compton JT Money

Snoop-ass, hoe-ass, dog-ass nigga! Dre, you ain't nothin' but my bitch, I'ma make you my bitch! You look like you could suck a nigga' dick, hoe-ass motherfucker!!

Pussy Ass Kid and Hoe Ass Play JT Money

I gotta bring Kid N' Play on this motherfuckin' album here, two pussy punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what I'ma do is I'ma go get last year's rookie of the year, JT Money of Poison Clan, this

Too Real JT Money

{Yea, you want me to peel a cap In they ass for you boo?

Dank JT Money

We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) [JT Money] Now if still got yo thang thang Let em hang man We in this thang smokin dank nigga dank dank Free world we off the chain chigga chain

Ho Problems JT Money

Let it go Let it go If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go(4x) [JT Money Talkin] That's what im talkin bout Niggaz need to let it go, ya know Hearin all these stories about, niggaz goin to jail

Alright JT Money

hook Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright You wanna get it on nigga, its alright Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright) (x2) (JT Money

Kite 2 Da Boys JT Money

[Talking] Caught up Dirty Game Nigga I deal wit it though, you know Shit aint easy out there on them streets boy, you know Y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo'sho [Chorus] They got

Hi-Lo JT Money

fuck smoking them nickel bags We big bossin', all you clowns looking fag Play crazy boy, recline you like laz-e-boy Fuck wit JT boy nigga see what a happen to ya I ain't just rapping to ya, nigga it's

Who Dat JT Money

[JT Money] Jack jack.. YEAH! Put em up! Put em up! Yo yo.. JT Money! Throw em up! Throw em up! JT Money! Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Go nutty - who dat?) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Who dat?

On the Grind JT Money

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast [JT Money] I want the jackpot The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big

On Da Grind JT Money

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast I want the jackpot The gats, the yachts, the fat knots The big house And fly bitches

Superbitch JT Money

Verse 1She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker Other hoes can't touch her Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby Doin' every damn thing for J, baby And she luv to see a nigga

Chanel Bag (feat. JT) Gucci Mane

Brr, brr It's Gucci Brr, brr She don't want no lame nigga, she like drug dealers (Brr, brr) Her pussy ain't for broke niggas, she like rich niggas (Brr, brr) I'ma do her hair, her nails, her toes and keep

Beware of Those JT the Bigga Figga

(E-40) Hey, JT, you know what playboy, it's like this duke The niggas from your town right, they ain't You know it's gone be some motherfuckers That's gone hate tha shit out of you ass, you dig

No Bars City Girls, JT

Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah), get yo' bands up Oh, you ain't trickin', nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the fuck) Cold-ass cocky bitch, fur in the summertime (brr) He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he

Mind Your Own JT the Bigga Figga

like me just started and start to clock I gotta get paid I mean real fast Cause a nigga doin bad gotta make cash So I'm rollin around in a bucket With a nine in my lap say fuck it See a nigga in

The Appetizer JT the Bigga Figga

didn't care Bumpin my shit everywhere I went Gettin my money in dollars and cents Jiggin my tapes on Mac Daddy boulevard Didn't give a fuck if you had a hot credit card Playin my demo rollin in a

Who Dat? JT Money Feat/Sole

[JT Money] Jack jack.. YEAH! Put em up! Put em up! Yo yo.. JT Money! Throw em up! Throw em up! JT Money! Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Go nutty - who dat?) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Who dat?

Nuttin But a Hustla JT the Bigga Figga

moves making those money moves Making those money moves a nigga can't lose I wanted to come sick A drop-top Firebird with a 92' kit Candy paint with the gold trim Leather interior with the rims

Ain't On None 21 Lil Harold, 21 Savage

money (Bitch) and it fill up with them hunds (21) Think I'm on somethin' (On somethin') when I'm ridin' 'round with these guns They ain't on nothin' (On nothin'), they just dissin' in they songs (Yeah)

Father To Son JT Money

stop mine You know what I'm talkin' about, the people who make up excuses Besides entertainment, labor sports, they think we're useless But see the truth is in the good and when they puttin', whip on ya ass

4 5 6 Sole

[JT Money] Yo, what's up? What's up baby? Dis yo nigga [Sole'] Nigga, where da fuck you at? [JT Money] Mr. good dick, what you say? [Sole'] I said where da fuck you at?!

4, 5, 6 Sole

[JT Money] Yo, what's up? What's up baby? Dis yo nigga [Sole'] Nigga, where da fuck you at? [JT Money] Mr. good dick, what you say? [Sole'] I said where da fuck you at?!

Freestyle Joint Luke

J-T, a-Money-money, Poi-son Clan, in the motherfuckin', house! *Aak!* Fresh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin' house! Fre-sh, Kid, Ice in the motherfuckin', house, *ak!

Dade County Dreaming (Feat. JT, Yung Miami) Camila Cabello

Real City Girl shit, get it poppin' (Pop that pussy) Real City Girl shit, get it poppin' (Pop that pussy) Got bitches showin' ass on Collins (Show that ass) Got bitches shakin' ass on Collins (Throw that

Who Dat JT Money

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Doin Dirt JT the Bigga Figga

(JT) Foul from the start a young buck be rollin Badder than the baddest cause the baddest is devoted Three young G'z growin up on the West side Down from the start in the dark for the hoo-ride Mackin

Never Fly Here (feat. Quavo) Chief Keef

bands, nigga, you can't even pay me Told the bitch I don't want her pussy, the bitch proceeded to rape me How I taste?

My Real Dawgs (Feat. Young Nudy) 21 Lil Harold

, got this money on me (Stack it, bitch) I did good today, I bust a nigga in they shit Yeah, trigger finger crazy, every time I squeeze, I glitt I slide with two Glocks for you sissy-ass niggas Keep it

Cash Over Ice Cube

I got this bitch ass nigga right here Y'know fuckin with this tramp ass bitch Puttin her before the scrill' all the time yaknowhatI'msayin?

Game Recognize Game JT the Bigga Figga

Chorus: (Mac Mall) Game recognize game in tha bay, mane (3x) (JT Tha Bigga Figga) Mac Mall and JT about to do they thang (JT The Bigga Figga) Bucked around and fucked around made another hit

Mr. Millimeter JT the Bigga Figga

better have your gat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat Niggas on a mission you better stay strapped, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat Niggas in ninety-two and ninety-three who you foolin JT

Child Support Ice Cube

Buucker, I'll beat yo' bad ass Ain't no other kings in this rap thing They siblings Nuthin but my chil'ren One shot they disappearin' Ain't no kings in this rap thing They siblings Nuthin but my chil'ren

Money, Money bone thugs n harmony

twisted in some part an I'm a skin that ass/ Now gimme you're money keep it comin' show me love/ We make this, gotta get mine and flip, it's about mine/ It's harder to get I'm serious don't play gots to

Money, Money Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

thangs can get rouf when u live in the ghetto you gotta survive no matter the pain nigga could b hurtin life could be hurtin nigga fa surtin this is a game man play it ta win never let the system think

The Hard Way JT the Bigga Figga

There wasn't nothin to do but have fun Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts Get the fresh couch break for the turf Doin it boley never in fear Gettin they punk ass

Lituation Fabolous

Yeah money money chain situation Money money chain situation Let's get it My current situation a lituation My current situation a lituation Don't keep that money waitin' it get impatient You niggas get

Money Straight (Instrumental) Plies

[Intro:] Hey nigga...It ain't no motherfuckin' secret no mo' nigga...Yeah I got my motherfuckin' chips straight now nigga...You bitch ass Niggas better hope I don't go broke nigga...'

Pimp Trick Daddy

Money Buddy Roe Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah and that nigga J.T.

Up Out the Way (Feat. E-40) Xzibit

wut's happenin' What is it Let's get 'em cracking Millions and millions reactin' Focused no longer distracted Put it down let's see you mack shit I'm a rich ass nigga you's a bitch ass nigga I'm a rich

Cake (Album Version (Explicit)) Lloyd Banks

Money, money, money, money Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap You won't have

I'm A Stunna (Album Version (Explicit)) Birdman

[Chorus: x2] Bitch I'ma stunner, a rap hunter I'm just a nigga with a whole lot of money Bitch I'ma stunner, a rap hunter Its M.O.B. with this money and the power We don't move them O's nigga we move '

Streets On Lock Young Jeezy

Pay For My Studio Time(Naw) See Me At The Top Wanna Claim My Fame(Damnn) Nigga Took My Chain Ya Muthafuckin Right(Right) U Betta Off Sayin A Nigga Took My Life(Yaaa) Ya Wanna Sasinate My Character

You Can't Juicy J

You can't touch this shit You can't touch it You can't touch this shit You can't touch this shit You can't touch this shit My bitch, you can't touch this shit My Rollie, you can't touch this shit My money

Okra Young Nudy

Really leave a pussy nigga cold, shiver, why he kill, damn It's just what it is and that's just what it was Now I'm havin' too much money, bitch [Verse 1] Smoke the best of the best I'm the best of the