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letra de mismatch (feat. polyurethane & brxylxn) - ajinn

[ ajinn ]

like b-tch it’s a wrap
i stare down the scope bullets enter his back
walk down on that n-gga i’m smoking his pack
beat his head like some drums call me anderson paak
don’t wear hats in the stu cuz i don’t like the cap
i beat that boy ass and i post it on snap
(oh d-mn my bad)
better go get yo b-tch back
you toph to my aang lil b-tch this a mismatch
slidin’ on n-ggas, they hittin up dispatch
one on his eye like a mf contact
boy how many times did i say get yo l!ck back?
up in yo crib and that b-tch getting ransacked
oh, you know where i live?
well that’s great information
hakuna matata, lil b-tch imma kick back
send yo location i know you ain’t bout that

only fw one ace and that boy on my song
he coping and sh-t, taking hits from his bong
always thinking he right but we know that you wrong
always snapping on beats
i’m stomping him out in some cleats
his girl she one for the streets
nah f-ck all the peace
i’m putting some holes in his fleece
talk sh-t, b-tch, i got the receipts

[ poly ]

uh, lil b-tch
im onna block wit a muhf-ckin choppa gun
he see that caddy we in so he boutta run
he see the -cl!ck- on my hip so he know it’s up
he see the gun in my hand so he know what’s up
556 make that boy do a shoulder shrug
speak on my name little boy, you is f-ckin up
speak on the gang little boy, we is running up
that n-gga soft, soft, soft
b-tch im the boss boss boss
b-tch take yo loss loss loss
yo b-tch get tossed tossed tossed (x2)
[ brxylxn ]

do ya like bank bill, where is my payment?
that ho is a runner you dumb n-ggas chasing
i got so many sons, none of which im embracing
in yo head like a tumor i know yo sh-t aching
im snackin on cookie, not talkin bout bakin
got a hand in that b-tch like a puppet
swear that they runnin shut they the ones running
hate on me n-gga it really mean nothing
cloudy nueve with the .45 sliding

n-ggas mad about they pride we not fighting
put your effort in the writing not the typing
n-ggas always wanna stain me, keep a tide pen
i’ll do ya like sentinel prime, with a shotty to ya head
saying king is dead
n-ggas ain’t never wanna see me thrive
n-ggas always want me to pick a side
i just handle my business like jay-z
you get rocked bout that paper don’t play me
no label chain rockin, that’s slavery
n-ggas bitin but they swear they made me
f-ck ya two cents that’ll never change me
like the game n-gga i’m crazy
i’m unforgettable n-gga like swae lee

- ajinn

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