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letra de strapped up - black jesus aka jizzle

most these n-ggas p-ssy, most these n-ggas cappin. that’s big facts, they big cap. we got something for all that

[verse 1]
strapped up b-tch, that’s heavy artillery
choppa light em up, he lit b-tch, literally
n-gga run up, imma send em where the spirits be
head shot f-ck any n-gga up mentally
p-ssy n-gga cappin’ bet he do it for the industry
waiting at his studio, just to leave em in street
i ain’t never gave a d-mn, that’s how it’s suppose to be
gold in my chain, i be shining like a trophy be
if a n-gga touches me, that is a catastrophe
i been losing count casually counting causalities
one shot separate a n-gga from reality
hit em in his brain give em split personalities
.40 on my waist if a n-gga wanna battle me
.50 cal, gut shot, knocking off his calories
run em for his wallet buying weapons with his salary
charged up n-ggas get beat, assault and battery
choppa bless a n-gga like he sneezing from an allergy
testing his mortality
heaven where he rather be
tried to apologize, that ain’t really flatter me
beat a n-gga ass classify it as brutality
foxy 99 out the choppa, it’s a big stick
never hear a cl!ck, cause i got me extended clips
talking out yo d-ck eater, shoot em in the p-ssy lips
if a n-gga diss me, he ain’t really tryna live
[hook]
this on my soul
hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
we don’t respect him cause we heard he told
treat em like spongebob we giving em holes
ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
iconic, my n-ggas dripped up in some gold
demonic, my n-ggas turn you to a ghost
chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke

[verse 2]
long ass barrel like the name mississippi
thought i was a l!ck now ya situation sticky
b-tch i keep a glizzy and the n-ggas that is with me
houston there’s a problem we be selling all the whitney
n-gga knock wrong got a bullet in his kidney
spin the block the twice now ya gang look dizzy
i ain’t with the games why the f-ck the playing with me
strapped up clips like a movie in ya city
bullets like the superbowl, give em all funeral. everybody pass, everybody ricky rubio
he was looking for a l!ck, p-ssy found a bullet hole
should never tried me, should’ve had a different goal
whole clip empty, body ain’t viewable
now ya gang p-ssed off, treat em like an urinal
p-ssy better pray to god, ask em for a miracle
choppa leave a n-gga holy, now i think he spiritual
[hook]
this on my soul
hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
we don’t respect him cause we heard he told
treat em like spongebob we giving em holes
ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
iconic, my n-ggas dripped up in some gold
demonic, my n-ggas turn you to a ghost
chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke

this on my soul
we hit em with fire he stop, drop, and roll
and we don’t respect him cause we heard he told
we treat em like spongebob we giving em holes
ironic, we pull up with heat and he froze
iconic, my n-ggas dripped up in some gold
demonic, my n-ggas turn you to a ghost
chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke

yeah, b-tch

- black jesus aka jizzle

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