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letra de monkey pox 2.0 - 1takejay

[intro]
lowthegreat
amiri jeans look like monkey pox, my sh-t bunked up
promoter said my family bad for bidness ’cause they park stuff
is that trey?
wait, hold up

[verse 1]
b-tches scr-ping ass to this beat like it’s crack in the bas-m-nt
i’m a start watching low and trade ’cause they probably just laced it
ain’t n0body f-cking with your sound, egyptian ancient
tell that n-gga, homie, stop tellin’ that n-gga, be patient
n-ggas f-ckin’ up my energy tryna beat the real me (real me)
we can’t shoot dice, you don’t even know what the f-ck is titile
interview a b-tch, size a wrap and make her say cheese
i just did my gutter and her p-ssy like i’m yn jay trip
seen a post on the gram, “a million dollars or me jay-z”
i don’t give a f-ck about no n-gga, you gotta pay me (pay me)
every stupid b-tch was a layup, i ain’t shoot one, three
i’m laid up with the biggest natural ass, but her face was a three
[verse 2]
swear a god, he lucked up with a b-tch that was throwing up p-ss
n-gga shoes look like fat joe, they doin’ a lean
smokin’ with my cousin definition of a family tree
oldest uncle banging the f-ck out, his d-ckies is crease
f-ck it everybody, claiming drip, i’m gettin’ l!cked off
how to f-ck these n-ggas winnin’? i’m know, i’m not p-ssed off
b-tches never been no good, a blood b-tch just crip walk
she impressed me with that bbl, why i’m still soft

[chorus]
f-ck a b-tch in compton, but the d-ck had her feeling exotic
b-tch, the money finna leave my hand as soon as you poppin’
touch the ground, b-tch, not your toes, i’m finna get toxic
young n-gga, but i’m her a&r, i just love when she droppin’ (come on)
f-ck a b-tch in compton, but the d-ck had her feeling exotic
b-tch, the money finna leave my hand as soon as you poppin’
touch the ground, b-tch, not your toes, i’m finna get toxic
young n-gga, but i’m her a&r, i just love when she droppin’

[verse 3]
treat her like the jails, bend it over, b-tch, didn’t cough
1942, i prolly nail when she bent off
step it up here on a dance floor, he think he gettin’ off
louie prince all over club couches, i’m a big dog (big dog)
he’s an old n-gga playin’ games his a psp
your b-tch no good or back built like a ps3
this n-gga got all the cheat codes, but he still won’t cheat
if a n-gga scared to take a risk then he broker than me (broke)
n-ggas tell you, “go get you some money”, then they hate you for it
i wouldn’t be mad if it was you, but i don’t blame you for it
quit the nine-to-five come talk sh-t ‘ cause it pay a lil’ more
skinny n-gga, but it’s not on me, i weigh a lil’ more
[pre-chorus]
amiri jeans look like monkey pox, my sh-t bunked up
promoter said my family bad for bidness ’cause they park stuff
why so many b-tches surround the car when we parked up?
why so many n-ggas in my face as i spark up?

- 1takejay

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