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letra de janitor work - dark lo

[verse 1]
youngin’ came with his 40 thumping
you n-ggas still lames, y’all like 40-something
he bought my album then he listened, then i told him something
your main b-tch is humping, let me clip your function
october sh-t, carve his face like pumpkins
always up to something, trash day, you dumping
guarantee, i’m the last one you want to bump in
she pulled up banging my sh-t then told me jump in
who talk it like this, besides this
money got involved and side switched
i felt a funny vibe when my eyes twitched
i p-ssed a burner to him, that’s my -ssist
i called [___] down, he body sh-t
alligator in the tub, you know i’m from the mud
we ain’t need it, rob a p-ssy rapper just because
no guns on the rapper, let him get his buzz
county jail for eight months, got rich off subs
your favorite rapper takes notes for me
i hearing dibs more openly, y’all pay homage hopefully
they say, “lo, you’re in the booth” it’s street poetry
it’s where it’s supposed to be, spray you like potpourri

[hook]
was in the trap before they called it trap
was embedded in the fiend, i kept running back
n-ggas p-ssies, ain’t no purge happening
y’all got some nerve rapping
d-mn!

[verse 2]
biggie sh-t, robbed the train station
missing sh-t, i brought this [?] to face him. i brought this thing to race it
i keep this thing on waist lift
[?], i paved the way, b-tch
[?], let’s go hard if it makes sense
my arm hurting, your charm ain’t working
how you’re a g, n-gga? you ain’t put no work in
let my youngin’ hold the 40, he got work in
you got a stupid look on, stop smirking
he brought my 40 back, he brought the mac-10
this was back when o’s was a stack then
i’m the reason it had went up like that then
met a plug with some oils, that’s the end
i could really talk that dope boy sh-t
real sh-t, most you rappers, that’s ho boy sh-t
but i guess the fans like it, n-gga, do your sh-t
real sh-t, i heard your sh-t, it was doodoo sh-t
i hit the line right on facetime
and never dropped a dime when i faced time
you n-ggas smoking woods, i’m the lace kind, k2 kind
expose a p-ssy n-gga and do time

[hook]
was in the trap before they called it trap
was embedded in the fiend, i kept running back
n-ggas p-ssies, ain’t no purge happening
y’all got some nerves rapping

- dark lo

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