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letra de jesus piece - fotrill

(hook)
i’m throwing gold around my neck and i done flooded out my jesus piece
mama told me eat my veggies, that’s why i stay eating beats
catch me riding ’round up in the rover while i’m cheifing green
told you “you best watch your girl” like what the f-ck you think it means
on my chain, yea the temp low, cuz my necks froze
catch me with some gas rolled, in the range rov
couple b-tches poppin’ benzos in the benz tho
i’m just running up a check ho, out the bando

(verse)
yea i be anything but regular
y’all could tell by how i’m flexin’ up
so much that you think i’m a wrestler
yea, you right if you calling me extra
always faded but i stay professional
karats on my t–th, ain’t talkin’ vegitable
all my raps are better than the rest of those
steady eating these rappers for breakfast though

i’m speeding past ’em in a gt, if you in my way imma lane switch
i’m running up racks like pe and i’m really getting to the cake quick
a couple of diamonds they vv’s and the money got me impatient
all of my sh-t she retweet and then she like every playlist

(yeah) like every playlist
got some diamonds on my bracelet
i ain’t really finna lane switch
top me off and now she brainless
working hard just to make it
all this gold, it ain’t stainless
wake up and i’m faded

stumbling ’round a room and puffing smoke while on a lucid trip
hot boxing the coupe and rolling swishers with this buddhist chick
flexing in a beamer while you still whippin’ that buick, b-tch
cut that ho out of my life now it’s back to that music sh-t

- fotrill

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