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Jay Critch - Landslide lyrics

Artist: Jay Critch

album: Jugg Season


So many things and I feel like you wasn't learning
I tried to teach you so many things and I feel like you wasn't learning (Hood Fav)
I'm in the foreign, the tires is burning (I just told Richie we rich)
Don't got a license, I drive with a permit
I'm totin' the fire and don't got a permit
Money was crooked, I had to go perm it
Got that straight, now a nigga be earning (Got that straight)
Ayy, uh, uh, I tried to teach you so many things and I feel like you wasn't learning (You wasn't learning)
I'm smoking gas, my eyes is burning (Eyes is burning)
Hop in the foreign, the tires is burning (Tires is burning)
Diamonds, they shine, need blinds and curtains (Shine)
Shorty was fine, but I still curved it (Fine)
Uh, sippin' that red like a vampire (Vampire)
Why they keep tellin' them damn lies? (Damn lies)
Came from the mud like a landslide
I couldn't wait to win
Brand new Benz like let's go spin (Skrrt)
These niggas snake they mans
Backdoor closed, can't let you in (Nah)
I'm gettin' more guap, gettin' richer (Bag)
We havin' more chops than the ninjas
I 'member selling grams, now it's instant (Jugg)
She goin' real crazy on her finsta
I had to fly her out for a visit (Baddie), when she in the city, we link (Link)
And I'm iced out, from the trenches (Ice), growin' up, I ain't see no links (Nah)
And I'm pourin' pints out, I'm a Brooklyn nigga, we ain't never had drink (Lean)
Like I just said, I'm a Brooklyn nigga, might pop out with the mink (Brooklyn nigga)
And my diamonds hittin' like Mink (Mink)
I paint her face, she my work of art (Hey)
I had to stain 'cause I used to starve
Walk in the bank and walk out with lard (With lard)
Stay with the gang, they stealin' my heart
I made a wave like Noah's ark
They watchin' me like Ozark (Ozark)
Off of that lean, I doze off (Doze)
Ayy, you better charge your battery (Charge it)
Diamonds is beatin' like battery (Gotta charge it)
I got 'em all so mad at me (Why?)
Tryna get brodie a salary (Yeah)
Me and Mally spent racks on Gallery (Mally)
Yeah, that money get burned like calories (Yeah)
Had to wait my turn, now I'm havin' it (Havin' it)
Bro got a plan like, oh, let's do it (Oh, let's do it)
I'm in the hood like RIP Nico Sav
I swear this life shit change so fast
I never thought I could be so sad (Nico World)
Uh, can't believe I seen you in the grave
But I gotta keep a smile on my face (Smile on my face)
Make a bag at any time of the day (Hood Fav)
I know them people wanna smile in my face, then they talk when I'm not around
But I'm Talk Money, so really me and them people got nothin' to talk about (What?)
And I put in work, can't be callin' out
Smoke a pound of smuts, not a quarter ounce (Smutty)
And I'm mad that me and bro fallin' out
But when I see the bullshit, gotta call it out (Call it out)
Signed up, I ain't loggin' out (Loggin' out)
I got a baddie, she came from Texas (Baddie)
When are you ever gon' come to your senses? (Come to your senses)
Already knew he was lyin', I sensed it (I sensed it)
Off of that drank, can't finish my sentence (Sentence)
I'm talkin' money like finish my—
I'm talkin' money like finish my—
They too broke, can't finish my sentence
Ayy
They too broke, can't finish my sentence, finish my sentence
They too broke, can't finish my sentence, can't finish my sentence
Work so hard for the bag, I spend it, I spend it
Tryna see all my niggas in Benzes
Don't got a license, I drive with a permit
I'm totin' the fire and don't got a permit
Money was crooked, I had to go perm it
Got that straight, now a nigga be earning (Got that straight)
Ayy, uh, uh, I tried to teach you so many things and I feel like you wasn't learning (You wasn't learning)
I'm smoking gas, my eyes is burning (Eyes is burning)
Hop in the foreign, the tires is burning (Tires is burning)
Diamonds, they shine, need blinds and curtains (Shine)
Shorty was fine, but I still curved it (Fine)
Uh, sippin' that red like a vampire (Vampire)
Why they keep tellin' them damn lies? (Damn lies)
Came from the mud like a landslide
I'm gettin' more guap, gettin' richer
We havin' more chops than the ninjas
I 'member selling grams, now it's instant
She goin' real crazy on her finsta
Talk Money Gang
Signed the world up
I know I say this every time, but 30 shit, Nico World
Shoutout everybody rockin' with the gang, shoutout everybody rockin' with me from the start
Y'all make this shit possible
Talk Money shit, man
Hood Fav (Boy)

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