Yung Mal - 12 Got My Jewelry (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yung Mal - 12 Got My Jewelry (en) Lyrics
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Iceburg
Fresh out of rehab, nigga
I'm back, bitch
12 won't give my jewelry back, they
tell me they got it forever
What?
I'm goin' back to Wafi, nigga,
told him make a new set
The fuck?
Had me on twenty-three and one, nigga,
that shit couldn't break me
Never
House arrest couldn't break me, nigga
(Guddah Tay on every beat, nigga)
12 took my fuckin' jewelry, they
talkin' 'bout they got it
for evidence (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't seen them bitch-ass niggas
since I brought Greedy
around that bitch (What?)
Gang, Taz been on my ass,
tell thеm folks get off my
dick (Get off my dick)
They hit mе with all them
charges, guess they mad I
went legit (Fuck 'em)
Fix them charges, they
got beat (They beat)
Weak-ass body, that shit
got beat (Bitch)
Quarter-million for my lawyer,
I could've went bought
a Lamborghini (What?)
Gotta keep goin' hard, my family
need me (They need me)
Thank God I made it, this shit
wasn't easy (Thank God)
Me and Tay like Dre and Eazy (Yeah),
but the difference is my
nigga won't leave me (Never)
Had to stay down 'til this shit
got better (Stay down)
Never gon' stop 'til I run
up some letters (Ms)
Put belt to ass, make 'em feel
that leather (Belt to ass)
This the money team, I
feel like Mayweather
I'm Big Iceburg, I change
the weather (Iceberg)
The Cuban link hit up my
wrist as a sweater
The murder got beat up, Def
Jam that beat (I beat it)
I was locked up, they ain't even
send no letters (Fuck 'em)
All my niggas fightin' different cases
On house arrest, it had me
goin' crazy (Goin' crazy)
I was savin' money so the paper
could save me (Save)
Ain't shit free, boy, so
a nigga gotta pay me
I feel like crack in the
motherfuckin' '80s
Got racks, stay tall like Anthony
Davis (Anthony Davis)
I walk on the beat, nigga,
Gudda Tay made
Don't say shit, that's how
we beat them cases (Shh)
Might fuck your bitch all
on the jet (Yeah, yeah)
I get checks, that's a fact (Let's go)
Broke-ass niggas ain't talkin' 'bout
shit (Ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
They shut the fuck up when I talk 'bout
racks (They shut the fuck up)
Bitch, I forever rep my hood (My hood)
My ho won't never turn
my back (My back)
When 12 took all my fuckin'
chains, I beat the case, now
give em' back (Fuck 'em)
12 took my fuckin' jewelry, they
talkin' 'bout they got it
for evidence(Yeah, yeah)
Gang, Taz been on my ass,
tell them folks get off my
dick (Get off my dick)
They hit me with all them
charges, guess they mad I
went legit (Fuck 'em)
I just been runnin' up racks,
for sure (For sure)
Two years straight couldn't
walk out the door
Jail say police gotta go wherever
I go (Fuck 'em)
First bond had got denied, the D.A.
playin' my music in court (Damn)
Locked down, twenty-three hours,
nigga, I was on eighth
floor (Eighth floor)
Ayy, nigga try to murk me,
nigga, what the fuck I'm sittin'
in the county for?
Say I left the scene and went
straight to the show (Go)
Nigga, damn right, I gotta
get to this dough (Dough)
Lot of motherfuckers turn their
back on a nigga, my fans still
with me, for sure (For sure)
But I kept goin' hard when this
shit got slow (Go hard)
Fresh out of rehab, I don't
drink, don't smoke (Nah)
My account filled up, nigga, nothin'
but them hundreds (Yeah)
Got some in the wall, got some
in the floor (Racks, on God)
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