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letra de 4am - a.j. (rap)

[verse 1: skawt]
i just murked my new porsche, lamborghini
i’ma keep it cool, keep it green like zucchini
b-tch, i keep a choppa on my side, it ain’t no bb
b-tch, i keep my money, it is big, it ain’t teeny
b-tch, i keep my money, it is large, yeah, i’m greedy
you know that i stay with the static like a tv
that b-tch gonna swallow all my babies like a bean-ee
look at all my drip, [?], like a vv
i just took yo b-tch, made a vid like i’m leafy
f-cked her p-ssy like a blender, yeah, now she in 3d
do it all myself, everyone else just repeats me
feel like john cena, spin the block, you ain’t see me
shoutout all my opps, yeah, you know that they need me
hit ‘em with thе laser guns, i’m feelin’ like a cd
smokin’ on the chеmical like dexter, yeah, i’m dee dee
you know when i s-x on your b-tch, i say “gg”, ‘cause none of y’all can beat me
[verse 2: skawt]
i-i put the glock to your rib
all up at night, got the drip like a dish
i got the drip, yeah, i swim like a fish
[?], make a wish
ain’t doin’ nothin’, you ain’t doin’ sh-t
old spice hag, it looks like you’re it
pull up my pad, now you on the list
naughty or nice, i give you a gift
got different [?] now you gettin’ hit
i got a toy, we call it the “gl!ck”
why ain’t you ask? now you gettin’ picked
keep it a hundred, boy, you is a b-tch
[?] for a hundred, they callin’ me sick
k!ll on your block, they call me a tick
give you a stamp, now we hittin’ l!cks
makin’ a movie like it was the clique
rockin’ these jeans, they match with the fit
got so much ice, i keep me a mint
kissin’ your btich, she said “just wanna sit”
kissin’ your b-tch, she stopped throwing a fit
livin’ my life, i feel like a kid
smokin’ on purp’ like florida jit
my wrist is cold like it was a mint
and she got money like i was a mint’
none of you know ‘bout the things that i’ve did
keep me a can, i ain’t talkin’ [?]
got me a big body like elephants
countin’ these bills, they ain’t counterfeit
this ain’t your b-tch, but i just called dibs
suckin’ my c-ck, she suck on my d-ck
gobble it up like she eatin’ dip
suckin’ my ball like it was a rib
b-tch, i don’t care, get out of my crib
b-tch, i don’t care, i gave her a tip
shut the f-ck up, and give her the twist
all in the hands, it’s all in the wrist
all in the hands like it was a crip
pull out my choppa, i ain’t gonna miss
keep me a metal, the glock on my hip
glock in your bones, we playin’ with sticks
playin’ these games, i keep me a switch
[verse 3: a.j.]
all of y’all talkin’ this cr-p
i make all the money now y’all gettin’ mad
hit his b-tch [?], choppa taunt you like [?]
i walk in the [?] and we blast
my guys is chilled out, we be breakin’ the glass
all of my opps know it’s freezing like tag
i bring your b-tch like a [?]
shoot the choppa good, it lookin’ like hacks
i got all the hundreds like [?]
smokin’ that dope while i cap out the pack
i make all the money and that sh-t is facts
lil’ b-tch, i stay with that magic like i do a hat trick
yo’ btich, she givin’ me head like a [?]
b-tch, you been broke, i been checkin’ your stats, b-tch
purple vvs all on my new patek
other wrist pink, color patrick
also i’m awesome because i do not give a f-ck
yo’ b-tch, she riding my d-ck, so she eat it for lunch
i [?], lil’ b-tch, i got a vvs punch
my vv’s purple like the sh-t i put in my blunt
all of my water yellow like a muh’f-ckin’ sponge
not talking money then shut the f-ck up
i got your b-tch on my d-ck doing stunts
she don’t wan’ f-ck you ‘cause you are a dunce
i’m talkin’ money, b-tch, don’t interrupt
get so much money, my bank is erupting, b-tch
my bank is full and your bank full of nothing, b-tch
whip out my d-ck, and now yo’ b-tch is suckin’ it
when i’m on stage, [?], they pullin’ up to sh-t
you p-ss me off then i might just go f-ck your b-tch
surrounded by demons [?]
black diamonds on my wrist, white on my other wrist
blacked both my diamonds, b-tch, i been on other sh-t

- a j rap

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