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Lyrify.me

Climate by JohnnyLegg Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

​[Chorus]
I’ve been workin hard, don’t hit me up, unless you comin through up to buy this
If that nigga hot, we gon hit a lick, make sure that we lower the climate
I heard he dropped a tape, it ain’t get no views, it took me a minute to find it
You dumb as shit, if you listening, and you can't see my niggas been grinding

[Verse]
Sauce, it been dripping, just count up the days
How he be trappin on minimum wage
You talkin reckless, i’ll open the cage
My dog only bark, when a nigga in ways
Ima pull up, write my verse in the stu
I’m never lost, bitch i kno what to do
Ion talk to that girl, i swear that we thru
Fuck up his pockets then exit by 2
Damn
I need my check in advance
Damn
We gon empty his pants
Damn
We dug his grave, then we dance
Damn
10 for a show over france
She givin up top till her lips get to swellin
He say he got guns, but He gettin to wellin
They smokin on huff, hit a lick nd resell it
Don’t bring that shit out, ops getting to smellin
She think that I like her, I’m boutta presser
Ion got debit, keep the stacks in the dresser
She little bit freaky, I don’t need her wetter
That nigga not cool man, be better, do better
I won’t lower my prices, just find a new plug
I won’t lower my prices, best find a new drug
I keep that shit up, can’t go back to the mud
His money too slow, man act like a slug
Damn
I swear that these niggas be counting my bands
I swear that these niggas be rappin pretend
My brothers gon see what it is that you can
Cuz when it comes down to it, we puttin up hands
I’m off a perc whenever i cash in a check
Instagram live when she throwin the neck
He play with the family, the gang sayin bet
These niggas to pussy to be reppin a set
Bank in my pockets i can’t keep my pants up
Niggas be talking, and talking, no meanin, Man i swear these niggas too random
I don’t want him near my street so we banned em
He was in the news since i ain’t get my ransom
Niggas get quiet quick after i say some
I don’t wanna facetime, bitch i got a samsung
(i got a samsung bitch don’t call my phone)
Plans for a lick, get the taser and mace
Play with my money, i’m building a case
They gon bid, any type of way
But i’m coolin alone takin drugs to the face
Can’t talk to some bitch, i swear they be basic
You dating some hoe, you need some lasic
Trap like a god, because i won’t forsake it
No she wan fuck cuz i made it
[Chorus]
I’ve been workin hard, don’t hit me up, unless you comin through up to buy this
If that nigga hot, we’ll hit a lick, make sure that we lower the climate
I heard he dropped a tape, it ain’t get no views, it took me a minute to find it
You dumb as shit if you listening, and you can’t see my niggas been grinding