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letra de jfk - fbg young

[intro]
(20)
yeah
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ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i love the glock, but this is a sig
jfk, shoot at your head
i’m so up, so they want me dead, huh
fillin’ that b-tch up with my mids
goyard [?], your b-tch in my bed
spot him with infinite red
.40 got peg legs
i’m a real trapper, i ran out of xans
i got the water, i got the water
i put a spell all on your daughter
she in the trap, she takin’ orders, huh
she takin’ orders
i got the water, i get the water
i put a spell on your daughter
she in the trap, she takin’ orders, ayy
she takin’ orders
[verse 1]
took my ho out to eat, my waitress was cute and you know i had to tip hеr
five hundred my pants, they loadеd with triple
your advance is little, i deal with the plug
no man-in-the-middle
my villains gon’ ride like [?]
get feature money off [?]
i told that b-tch that i’m that n-gga
i keep the stick, i stick and move
you late on your rent, spent that on them jewels
i want it all, woo, i want it all, woo
i got some cases, i know they pendin’
but it’s f-ck the law, ooh, it’s f-ck the law, ooh
i got flavors, i got all type
blow up your sh-t like fortnite
[?] ’cause [?] too light
he a hype, don’t believe the hype
my lil’ villains got adida stripes
your b-tch slipped my mind, i keep my pipe
and yeah, yeah
this b-tch hot as h-ll, don’t try to fight

[chorus]
i love the glock, but this is a sig
jfk, shoot at your head
i’m so up, so they want me dead, huh
fillin’ that b-tch up with my mids
goyard [?], your b-tch in my bed
spot him with infinite red
.40 got peg legs
i’m a real trapper, i ran out of xans
i got the water, i got the water
i put a spell all on your daughter
she in the trap, she takin’ orders, huh
she takin’ orders
i got the water, i get the water
i put a spell on your daughter
she in the trap, she takin’ orders, ayy
she takin’ orders
[verse 2]
you want the water? i got the water
you want a quarter? takin’ too long, then double your order
i’m with your daughter, i’m finna spoil her
[?] water, huh
savin’ this cash like orders
the ps’ll be gone by the morning
these fake trappin’-ass n-ggas torture
gang pull up doin’ homis out of foreigns, ayy, ayy, ayy
i’m the drug pablo
got the hood like marlo
got plugs like i’m ralo
got chickens, no roscoe
i spent a hundred hundred on the x for a model
[?] a scope on the chopper like, “who that? is it you there?”
i trap with my honey like pooh bear
i got the water
i got the water
come place your order
come get the water
water

[outro]
ayy, play that, flex, let me hear it

- fbg young

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