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letra de the jetsons - cto chop

[intro: cto chop]
cto!

[chorus: cto chop]
uh, uh-huh uh i keep a strap on my back for protection uh
uh, uh-huh uh i can’t date a girl it brings too much attention
uh ha-had to put a fence in, haters on me cuz i’m fly like a jetson (phew, jetson)
heard that boy like flexing, put him in the dirt with a coffin he could rest in

[verse 1: cto chop]
uh i-i keep a bag on me stores don’t be taxing me they just be giving me stuff (stuff)
uh said that you don’t like my music well that’s kind of funny i don’t give a shh, shh, shh (shut up)
choppa make a sound like fa, fa (fa)
make a wrong move and you’ll die (die)
i be with your girl watching syfy

[verse 2: ifn akai]
tell that lil n-gga i don’t give no f-cks
i’m in the bentley truck, doing bentley stuff
flipping packs and sh-t, when my rent is up
i told the vent come up
and than my bands is up
than my bands is back
while i bend her back
told her man attack
when i bring the strap, i’ma push him back
beat his b-tch kit kat
told her f-ck with that
and she in love with that (aye)
i got the kush and cocaine in my backpack
b-tch i’ma scammer you can’t get yo cash back
play with the metal take sh-t like it’s cl!ck clack
i took her twice boy you can’t get your b-tch back
bomb on this sh-t like my name was osama
choppas on me call this sh-t dalai lama
step in this hoe like the walmart or prada
if he want static go cry to your mama
f-ck with your b-tch and she throw it right back! (uh, yuh)
she throw it right back! (aye)
f-ck with your b-tch and she throw it right back!
she throw it right back!
[verse 3: cto chop]
she throw it right back, like we playing catch (what?)
shawty wanna kiss on me cuz i am next (aye!)
that boy a typo but i come correct
and just like a college loan boy you in debt
boy you in debt, come pay me your taxes
he wanted smoke draco knocked off his glasses
choppa got him moving slow like molasses
brand new latina came from calabasas (calabasas)
uh-uh, i’m getting these placements
ya’ll act like children in r. kelly’s bas-m-nt
getting so close to the top i can taste it
and just like he judas we leaving him hanging

[verse 4: k.v.n]
i don’t like rules feel like ang i’ma bend that
smoke so thick got me talking to the dead man
im so lit prolly wake up and forget that
i was passed out on the couch with a chip bag (yuh!)
he passed me the verse and i threw it right back
put the beat in a he-rs- but i ain’t got a strap
i got the underground running in laps
feel like (yuh!) i’m my own god so i don’t need to cap
everything i touch burn everything thing shine
i know that i got turned
i don’t know time
everything i once learn not to trust lies
i was tryna keep it cool but the sh-t on fye
i don’t give a f-ck let my mind sway
but i ain’t really trippin no más
wait!
i been losing track i won’t lie mane
but i’ma bounce back just to fly uh
feel like a jetson
this sh-t get hectic
you saw when i stepped in
like who this mothaf-cka
spit that heat with the best in
and i know they f-ck wit that
cus i be never pretending (yuh!)

- cto chop

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