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letra de rubbhers (filthy) - filthy jazz

yo yo, what the f-ck
filthy jazz

[verse 1]
too many hoes in the game
i’m the host of the game
shove dope entertain
time froze when i came
from the low down, that ghost town
f-cking with the profound
filthy n-gga, the low clown
sipping slow down in the smoke lounge
i got a skinny body, hairy knotty, sh-t on everybody
because i’m godly, rude like gotti, f-ck illuminati
on posers, rappers, haters too
i’m dropping ?choosing? bodies
at loser parties i got brusian hotties scr-w-ng jollies
y’all lame n-ggas don’t know who to copy
i got the crew beside me, six4 crew
the mob in pursuit of pot, and lewd a lot
and b-tches who don’t mind a newer c-ck
we switch the ruder bop
and roll the window down, moon a cop
if we’re the same then my music rocks
if you like smoking herbs, stroking curves
then hear my spoken words
don’t give a f-ck about none unless it’s fun
and i’m blessed with extra c-m so pretty girl let’s run…
let’s run away

[verse 2]
switching galaxies
all my brothers in the mall
??? on the wall, in the stall
i’m so f-cking young and stubborn
and my vision changing colors
with your girlfriend at her house
in my pocket are some rubbhers
lalala

filthy f-ckin’ jazz

- filthy jazz

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