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Trae - "A Couple Of Grand (Remix)"
Lyrics to A Couple Of Grand (Remix) : (feat. LilBoss, JayTon, Yung Joc) [Chorus:] A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand [Verse 1: Yung Joc] Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh) in the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh) a couple grand, a couple shots couple drip drops, now your leakin wont stop bitch Im the man just ask Block shots rang out, you could hear em for a couple blocks [gun firing] bitch whats my name, call me Yung Joc I got a great aim all I need is one shot everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan) I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah) leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin here your body lye, box five in monica coffin you fuck with mine, Ill cross ya life line Im a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines and the worst part (what it is) - is Im not a coward visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers [Chorus] [Talking:] Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature [Verse 2: Trae] I been sittin a second, but now Im back for the drama so tell that pussy nigga, he headed for trauma youd rather slap ya momma, fore you come fuckin with Trae homie Im Tha Truthand I get in that ass with no delay penitentaries, to cities, and ghettos I got it locked Im ABN go check the trunk (*schreeching tires*)I bet Im fully stocked Im so deep in the streets - I started and aint never gonstop and fuck a (*reversed*)bitch, yall make sure yall rotate in the box it aint no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day niggas gay, plus its understood you get it - how you play I call the shots around my way, Im that nigga in charge and fuck the talk, you better see me with an entourage [Verse 3: Yung Joc] This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs all sells final, no refunds once I make the payment, the hits out Im not Jeezy - I aint swappin shit out (thats right) first I tell em (what you tell em') - where I want it done (where you want it') in the back yard, right in front of his son (*screaming*) then I tell em (what you tell em) - where to drop him off in the Chattahoochie with his dick chopped off (damn) yeah it sounds harsh, but its well deserved feed his ass to the sharks, for Ourdueuvres no remorse, no pity this could happen to you in New Joc City [Chorus] [Verse 4: LilBoss] Before the day I want this bitch knocked the fuck off the globe while Im posted inside my crib, in a Hoover blue robe its LilBoss, I send my villans to seek an elobe dumpin a few, makin these niggas hop fences like toads better practice what they be preechin when fuckin with me I introduce yoass to hell when fuckin with me I got some niggas thatll go do the job for free you lose yolife when tryna mob in the streets like me any action you niggas takin need to discipline you bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, bitch you listenin (ya heard me) price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead bitch niggas gonget it the right way, cause its a code red [Verse 5: JayTon] I gotta couple grand for any nigga that want it you shouldnt have started, now you done got me up on it see I got niggas from the West, all the way to fifth ward Im Hoover crippin, I got Bloods and B.Ds in my squad its JayTon nigga and now Im set trippin its A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin they call me Tarzan bitch cause I run with guerillas Im certified my older brother Dinkie was a killer Im Slow Loud to the Bang, and I bang to the left you violate me and I swear Im gonbang to the death (BOW) and its a damn shame, but Im playin it dirty Im barely twenty, fuck nigga you damn near out ya thirties [Verse 6: Yung Joc] I gotta couple killers, down in pre - trial put glass in your food, you shit - your guts leak out the sheriff call your mother and she freak out [crying] got her hittin member up, got him on speed dial ooh it aint nothin, but a call away come home find, your baby sister in the hallway 9 - 1 - 1, but its too late she lookin like a maxi pad, bleedin through the duct tape [Chorus: repeat til end] [ A Couple Of Grand (Remix) Lyrics ]
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