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letra de whatever u is - 1takejay

[intro: 1takejay]
acetheface, why you cookin’ up like that?
pull some of that b-ss out, bruce
wait, hol’ up, i’m finna turn this b-tch up

[chorus: 1takejay]
i’m two times whatever your n-gga is, i’m the one
somethin’ wrong with you, you ain’t feelin’ me
on every b-tch hit-list, that’s what i’m finna be
you ain’t got no dead presidents, you ain’t k!llin’ me
i’d rather be broke, not fake
food on my plate
before i take a b-tch on a date
if you ain’t tryna pay, i’m straight
come on, don’t play
i don’t know if you got what it take

[verse 1: 1takejay]
i ain’t answering calls, too many n-ggas fake, don’t hate
you good if you stay out the way (stay out the way)
point blank range, hit a f-ck n-gga in his face
you don’t dance? i’ma make a n-gga harlem shake
n-ggas ain’t think i’d make it (i’d make it)
hoes said i was too basic (too basic), b-tch, stop hatin’
’cause talk is cheap and all you do is pop hot grease like bacon
she ran from the d-ck, but i ain’t into chasin’ (i ain’t into chasin’)
he tryna shake hands, but i ain’t into fakin’ (i ain’t into fakin’)
black whip, black tint like a racist (like a racist)
what b-tch i ain’t f-ck? n-gga, name it

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
ayy, ayy, dead presidents, n-gga, hunduns (hunduns)
n-gga try to rob me, he got the wrong one (he got the wrong one), ayy
thirty-eight, that’s the wrong gun (that’s the wrong gun)
i got a big four-fifth, he don’t want none (chopper on me)
i got a big -ss d-ck, she don’t want none (she don’t want none)
i got a big -ss clip, he don’t want none (he don’t want none)
i’ma shoot this b-tch up, he try to poke somethin’ (try to poke somethin’)
i got a bad lil’ b-tch, she finna throw somethin’ (throw somethin’)
i got a bag full of cookies, finna smoke somethin’ (smoke it)
five thousand, all ones, finna throw somethin’ (throw it)
he a broke -ss n-gga tryna hold somethin’ (tryna hold it)
n-gga play around with me, i’m finna blow somethin’ (blow it), ayy
long clip, that b-tch hangin’ out (that b-tch hangin’ out)
if we f-ckin’ first night, we ain’t hangin’ out (we ain’t hangin’ out)
yeah, i’m coolin’ with my n-ggas, boy, we gangin’ out (gangin’ out)
fifty thousand on that road, that’s that paper route, n-gga

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
do you got what it take?
you a ho, bust dates
can you stay in your place?
she want d-ck in her mouth
call that ho f-ckface
got it tucked on my waist
hope my n-gga beat that case
b-tch, i’m crack, freebase
free that young n-gga base
just a young n-gga, bae
i’m just a young n-gga, bae, ayy
just a young n-gga, bae, ayy
young n-gga trippin’
and my 40 got extension
304’s what i’m pimpin’
i don’t do no slippin’
big mac what i’m grippin’
big -ss, and i’m hittin’
n-ggas know the business
hundred deep with my n-ggas
in the vip with some k!llers
hoes wanna f-ck me ’cause they know i’m the realest
i ain’t cappin’, boy, i came from drug dealin’

- 1takejay

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