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letra de jellybean smoke! (berserk skeleton meme song) - breeton boi

[hook:
who want smoke?
who want smoke?
who want smoke with a jellybean
popping out the whip, whole clique got extended beams
we gone go beserk, put them bois up in the dirt
skeletons up in my closet, you gone get what you deserve (x2)

[verse 1: breeton boi]
told ’em bois, off rip, its a wrap
y’all rip, if i rap
treat the upload b-tton like my gun
one cl!ck and it bang
send a hater on a trip to j-pan
no wishing him back

y’all missing the facts
i got h-lla sons in the scene
printing paper off me, that’s fax
next time you get money, better pay that tax
keep in mind, i’m the reason that you made your best tracks (okay)

y’all steady hating behind the scenes and that’s okay cause i know if you see me on stage you gone act right uh
my pen got lead, you got graphite uh
peep what i said, run it back right
pen got me leading and you off the graph right
act right or i’m gone see you behind the scenes after applause from the audience me and my squad get you clapped like…(clap noises)
[verse 2: caspy]
subbing on twitter like b-tch just @ me
you speak on my name like you up, uncanny
“i dropped a new song, can you run up please?”
we listen we laughing in vc
you don’t got the sk!lls or the points or the vc
chopper go dudududu, call it blackpink
you not talking bout sh-t, u n-ggas just lip sync

you all sound the same, no one got it on repeat
you all move the same, that’s why you n-ggas so knee deep
you annoying as f-ck, stay on that lil bro energy
my team better, f-ck is you talking bout?
sh-t is obscene, keep my name out your f-cking mouth

blah blah blah
you spend your time on twitter saying nonsense
ha ha ha
laughing to the bank with my whole set
la la la
my verse is over, game match set, b-tch

[verse 3: oricadia]
n-ggas been talking a lot on the twitter, i had to log on and i hit em wit ratio
yea i be singing but f-ck it, it’s adhd how i switch up the motherf-cking stereo
that boy ain’t sh-t
switching up constantly
n-ggas flip flopping
and hopping on/off of me
petty tho, n-ggas ain’t ready tho
money on pngs, the only way that you carry hoes d-mn
you should’ve died
you tweeting disses like who gon reply?
airing them b-tches like mike 95′
and it’s whole lotta red how we leaving you dyed
they say who making it? me, me,me, i
ori gon make it a movie
i been a demon, it’s always my duty
i handle my b-tches like team unizoomi
(n-gga that makes no sense)
[verse 4: yungmangomusic]
n-ggas been on my c-ck since 12
pedophiles get sent straight to h-ll
what the h-ll is the matter with these f-ckin rappers
claimin that their raps are dapper, you’re a f-cking capper

n-ggas been pullin up askin for favours
but im not in favor of the way you ask
cause you’re trash
“hey mango how you doing?” bad now
“wanna work, please message me back!” okay, yeah im mad now!

shut up! you annoying corn ball on my d-ck
why the f-ck you on my c-ck so much?! you slobbin on the tip
here’s a tip, commit that seppuku, cause when we done with you gonna end up in a f-ckin ditch
you roddy broke you will never be rich
you gotta quit chokin all up on my sh-t

[verse 5: louverture]
ok, look, please do not try me my n-gga, i really will smack the sh-t out you
chopper go hit you like (-will slap / chris oh-) wow better pray to the god that you bow to
you bout as flimsy as jelly, stay fl!cking your b-tch’s bean, what the f-ck do you amount to?
should’ve been met your death, think that you safe till you lay in a grave with them skeletons ‘round you

squads get toppled till i’m big pimping like jigga, i might just go devil trigger
call me johnald, i do not f-ck with you n-ggas, i might just buck at you n-ggas
drip like a river, stacking my racks to the ceiling, no wonder my ego got bigger
this ar gon’ sneeze out some bullets: gesundheit, my path has been drawn out like convos on tinder
[hook: breeton boi]
who want smoke?
who want smoke?
who want smoke with a jellybean
popping out the whip, whole clique got extended beams
we gone go beserk, put them bois up in the dirt
skeletons up in my closet, you gone get what you deserve (x2)

- breeton boi

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