Just Might lyrics

by

QUE.


[Chorus:]
I just might, I just might
Have a bank roll, now sh*t I just might
I just might, I just might
Buy a bag for your b*tch sh*t I just might
I just might, I just might
Have it on me in the club sh*t I just might
I just might, I just might
Hundred bottles in the club sh*t I just might

[Verse 2:]
I just might f*ck, I bet she let me
Fall back, can't show these n*ggas the recipe
I take the pus*y from her but you take the b*tches to Tiffany’s
Bank roll got it looking like I'm wearing skinny jeans
Came up from the bottom, now I got rich n*gga problems
Foreign on both feet, my car don’t need a door key

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[Verse 2:]
Out my lane n*gga, use your blinker
Get your b*tch to use her thinker
Had to hook, line and sink her
And I pull up clean as Virgin Mary's sex records
pus*y sweet as motherf*cking bell peppers
Don’t tell her dope seller, nah n*gga dope rap seller
Lean like tennis shoes on a fat fella
Count a million in a blindfold, the realest n*gga I know
See a fine ho and I might with the dyno
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[Verse 3:]
Hold up I just might do something with this old money
Stacking it so long it might got mold on it
I might her to ohh, she get no money
But I just might throw it
You done been f*cking up your rib, you might just go broke
I sold fam on the eagles I might just go long
I did loaners on me sh*t, might sniff out some trouble
It might just be legal out in Arizona
The plug went down need a pill
So the price went up on the pills
I might just leave these hoes with the bill
On my momma I’m on without a deal
I mean ya’ll understand, understand
Money on the mind, need mine in my hand
Seen her on the explore page, hit the DM
And it just might be your BM, On my mamma I

[Chorus]
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