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letra de jabba the hutt (blue hunnids freestyle) - ethan "emoney" cohen

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(hahaha)
yo what up kool john, let’s go
p-lo, time to bring the b-ss back
(yeah)

[verse 1]
he a marshmellow but he think he tough
bring me down when he bring me up
but i don’t give a f-ck
i’m at yo’ local joint
i got a girly drink and my pinky up
a margarita can not fail
let away, hennessy, shot fail
once upon a time i f-cked yo’ b-tch
that’s my favorite c-cktail

[verse 2]
i fail my 9 to 5
but ironically
so my stock sail
went from walking down a dark trail
to a spring day up in scotsdale
i’ve been in the game since aol
since dial-up, you got mail
now i’m old-school
cause’ i don’t shop at whole foods and eat raw kale

[verse 3]
i’m from the land where the sun but don’t fall
in december the hot tub a hundred and four
we used to put towels under the door
now we smoking in public in front of the law
pressure is on, you crumble and fall
moment too big, you don’t want it at all
i’m one of the
all — time — greats
one minute left, i’m the one with the ball

[verse 4]
and coming up on me
the summoning on me
the f-ckery ain’t really fun anymore
coming for war with your company
you’re taking more money than a colombian lord (woo)
so young and reckless
shout out bernie, he the one to get us
i’m gon’ rap for the middle cl-ss
and give a middle finger to the one percenters

[verse 5]
gather ’round and grab a plate
i ripped this beat to 10 peaces
til’ my celly [?] done gravitate
said we can do it, but they didn’t believe us
everybody runnin’ their mouth
talkin’ ’bout how real they are
but you been the weakest
say that you hate fake rappers
then why you rockin’ with slim jesus (haha)

{verse 6]
i spew the facts
here to bring the music back
i’m gettin’ sick of boots and cats
and boots and cats
and boots and cats
cruisin’ in my white 3 hunnid
you ain’t gotta ask who’s in that
i ain’t gotta say i’m wild
i’ve already proven that

[verse 7]
it must be that time of the month
b-tchin’ ’cause you ain’t poppin’ enough
and if you get poppin i’ll gobble you up
and my stomach’s lookin’ like jabba the hutt’s
ben [?] says you won’t save her
that ain’t impressin’ a playa’
i go solo when i know she ain’t no princess but i leia
she sin less and pray more
shots i ingest with no chaser

[verse 8]
the think about everything that i did last night
has been messing my days up
but i’m mesmerized by life
specializin’ in dreaming
gotta tell the devil ‘take a hike’, i’m exercising my demons, let’s go
and she gon’ shake it for them blue hunnids
no more cali ain’t no question who run it
i took her home but she got too blunted
she p-ssed out in my bed, now i can’t do nothin’

- ethan emoney cohen

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