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letra de paul janssen - ankhlejohn

[intro: ankhlejohn]
hey, baby‚ you the one sold me the drugs i’m gettin’ high on‚ come on‚ man
yo, don’t f-ckin’ walk away from me, n-gga
i sold you those drugs so that you could make money
you forgetful motherf-cker
you got high‚ so you f-cked up, n-gga, you
oh‚ i f-cked up?
yeah, you f-cked up
this is a shaap records exclusive
shaap sh-t only
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas?
n-ggas know my name, n-gga, big lordy
the one thing i don’t play around with is n-ggas, man, you hear me? yeah
what’s the motherf-ckin’ dealy? f-ckin’ hear me?
f-ck these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout?
stop playin’ with these young n-ggas, man
ayy, check

[verse 1: ankhlejohn]
i got switched up the most, some of the n-ggas i came up with
if you was with me before and not now, you can suck d-ck
on my way to keshia house, got a tough grip
she the type that make n-ggas nut quick
i was raised up out of them trenches, not a f-ck to give (not at all)
converged up and i still stuff for ribs
for n-ggas, i make it tough to live
his mother lost his son, i had to rub her tears
n-gga, i’m somethin’ that the public fears
you already know what the f-ck it is
no c-ck with my rap like i don’t f-ck with lids
so many people i disappointed
i’m the one that’s anointed
you wanna talk to me, b-tch, make an appointment
you can’t beat ’em, then join ’em, call heads on a coin flip
fentanyl came in a little tube like neosporin ointment, yeah
defeated the odds, now we feast with the gods
i pull strings like n-ggas playin’ the guitars
i let my nuts hang, my p-n-s is large
the meanest of broads wanna see about ours
she fat as sh-t, lord, i can see from afar
n-ggas got no heart, petty -ss mad got your bro up like a go-kart
let n-ggas tell it, they relish
move keys like mozart, sh-t
you remind me of them back-in-the-day n-ggas
asking for a dollar in front of the store
shrug my shoulder, nothing to say to n-ggas, yeah
kind of like mitch did to uncle ice
i sold you drugs so you could buy somethin’ nice (stupid n-gga)
you the one that took that flight
gettin’ high all night, stuffin’ the pipe
n-gga, go get your life, sh-t
your daddy was a rat, n-gga, your set drop some mice, sh-t
n-ggas stuck in the can feelin’ trapped for life
find the og on the ten, well, and ask him for advice

[interlude]
like what should i do?
gettin’ out of here and never comin’ back to this sh-t

[verse 2: rome streetz]
yo, you know who the f-ck it is
my n-ggas movin’ things, we all kings, pulling strings like a puppeteer
you small ball n-ggas ball down, this the upper tier
gemstone bars cut your ear, i stunt and gear this fear
my motherf-ckin’ nuts hang like a chandelier
my b-tch ill like pam grier, rock chanel and gold cartiers
your whole squad is queer
you’re running at your top speed, sweating like a motherf-cker, still gettin’ nowhere (y’all n-ggas is bums)
i do this at my own pace
used to rob n-ggas with the mask on, now magazines asking for pics of rome’s face
collect the currency first, a ho is what i don’t chase
you prayin’ to that mystery god, that sh-t is so fake
deaf and blind swine eaters
been knew the world was mine, didn’t need no confirmation from a palm reader
been through mad sh-t, my life a page out the don diva
been a fly n-gga, i get p-ssy with my mom’s features
how i sound is like farrakhan’s speeches
i show the devil what long reach is, we hard to hear
me and ankhlejohn is morphine and fentanyl mixed
raw sh-t
these n-ggas ain’t no calm, they all corpses (n-ggas is dead)
nothing as hard as this
sniff ’til your nose lose all the cartilage
what i record is marvelous, motherf-cker

[outro]
shaap sh-t only

- ankhlejohn

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