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ОтветитьREAL BLOOODA HE CAME OUT HIS ARMOUR FROM LIL TOKYO
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ОтветитьThis shit bangs 🔥 Jay critch never seems to disappoint 💯
ОтветитьCHINOLA coming up ‼️‼️
ОтветитьMy life is a movie and I do the casting 🔊
ОтветитьMan Jay Critch should be huge smh
ОтветитьG.O.A.T
ОтветитьBeen that. Still that 🙌
ОтветитьYour a legend brother for saying rip the notorious BIG
ОтветитьDamn he still spazzin
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ОтветитьThat’s wasup
ОтветитьMusic of my real life time n it's sooo cold
ОтветитьNo lie I be been following jay critch since “we did it again” with dex”!
ОтветитьGG”
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Ответитьlilbbro always come wit dat critch nostalgia...
ОтветитьSignt It!!!! 📝 Thanks Jay, This shit will be one of my favorite songs for life💯
ОтветитьThis too hard
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Ответитьhard man!
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ОтветитьReal niggas can’t be plastic
ОтветитьTHIS THE ONE
ОтветитьTrap phone ran out minutes
ОтветитьMy life is a movie and I do the casting, so if she frontin imma tell her to pack it, niggas betta stop acting, if I send the hit, they deliver the package .. 🤫🫡
ОтветитьAnother year Jay Critch gonna be my #1 listened to artist, it’s only June 😅 (I listen to 400-500 different musicians and bands a year)
ОтветитьLove this nigga bruh 🫡🫡
ОтветитьAyyyyeee💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥
ОтветитьSt8 up
ОтветитьLove mizuke ❤❤❤❤❤❤
Ответить"Minutes"
Ayy, hood fave'
Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winning (And I'm winning)
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Drip)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (Get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (Lean)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (My limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it?
My shooter ain't shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits (Watch how you flex, drip)
Uh, she get a brain, go psycho wit' it
She get a brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not talk money (Nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?"
Fuck do you mean? We comin' from nothin' (Ah)
Weight on my shoulders, that shit got brush (Brush)
Paint his tee up, that boy got brushed
Paint his tee up, it look like Givenchy (Baow)
And I was a option but they wasn't wit' me
Hoes so angelic and she so smart
Whole 'lotta baddies and and they so smart (Smarty)
And if you see me, then you know I'm stitchin' (Baow)
I ain't have no faith, I'm back in the hood like R.I.P. Biggie (R.I.P. Biggie)
Uh, come get with me, I'm back in the city, the bankroll, hundreds and fifties (Bankroll, hundreds and fifties)
When I look at that TV flickin', my bro still doing the cities (Still doing the cities)
Ayy, and I told him that we need these milly's, 60 on me like Philly, ayy (Philly)
I don't like Instagram, yeah, he frontin' (He frontin')
I just did a lil' shoot for two-hundred (Two-hundred)
All them racks that ran out, like, what happened? (What happened?)
You'd cry if you seen all my taxes (Yeah)
I don't answer no questions, who asking? (Who?)
Shawty went to DR got her ass did (Ayy)
And it still feel the same when I'm smashin' (When I'm smash)
She like, "That's because it ain't no plastic" (It ain't no plastic)
Real nigga, can't be plastic, I'm in the Benz truck dumpin' the ashes (Hey)
Rest in peace, Nico savage, for you, I go a get bag (Nico World)
My life is a movie and I do the casting, so if she frontin', I'ma tell her to pack it (Tell her to pack it up)
You better stop actin'
If I send a hit, they deliver the package (Pack you up)
I'm getting backends (Racks)
Streets cold, better get you a matches (Ayy)
Thirty on me, let if off at the Mack (30, glaow)
The bankroll look like Big Mac (Big Mac)
Me and Brodie gon' split it like Kit-Kat (Split it)
Took that money, I'm not with the chit-chat (Nah)
I put her in the dress and she wit' that (Hey)
Have 'em poppin' a pill like a Tic-Tac (Hood fave')
Uh, I compete with myself and I'm winning (And I'm winning)
Trap phone ran out of minutes, I could not ride fish bowl, go tinted (Go tinted)
He do not score, he don't get no minutes (Get no minutes)
Double cup came out the pint like Guinness (Like Guinness)
I called the bank, had to raise my limit (My limit)
She got a bag, then I might go hit it (Hey)
You not involved, like, why you in it? (Why?)
My shooter ain't shot with the .9, ain't timid (Bah)
Watch how you flex on the 'Gram before we pull up and swipe those digits (Watch how you flex)
Uh, she get a brain, go psycho wit' it
She get a brain, but she not no dummy
Niggas ain't gang, they is not talk money (Nah)
Run up a bag, they like, "What's the rush?" (Man, what's the rush?)
2017 critch yurdd💯
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ОтветитьThis mf beat wavy oh my goodness 😭
Ответитьcame out the pint like Guinness
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Ответитьvocê é minha inspiração nego que Deus continue abençoando ❤ jovens negros no topo.
Ответитьweight on my shoulder that shit got brush 🤧🥶
Ответитьle bouteau replay il a pris la sauce
ОтветитьHe got a tropical nostalgia flow I fuck with critch heavy 💯💯💯
ОтветитьThis New shit fire flame 🔥 Jay critch stay dropping Gold 🪙🥇💯🎵🎶
ОтветитьThe greatest inspiration you can derive is from your inner self and from a heart that knows you are on the right path.
ОтветитьThis a boo
Ответить🇹🇹 TRINIDAD 🇹🇹 🇺🇸 🔊🎵🎶🎶🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥✨
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