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letra de ukraine - giosoja

[verse 1] (jaybuckk)
jump out the whip, yea, my n-ggas they shootin’
extended mags & 30 clips, you know my n-gga go stupid, yea
i ain’t finna brag about no b-tch, but my b-tch, she got a big booty, yea
and you know that they just cappin’, n-gga i’m gettin’ real groovy, yea (brrr)
my lungs polluted, n-gga i’m sippin’ that dirty, yea
my n-gga, up stick out the window you that the sh-t look like curry, yea
i’m off them perkies & 30s & oxy, my vision look blurry, yea, uh-huh
too much lil ice on my mouth & my wrist, n-gga this a mcflurry, yea
shooters, on top of the roof
my n-ggas too up, yea, who the f-ck is you
i’m off the percs, when i’m up in the booth
yo b-tch she be catchin’, i tell her the truth
pop up back, and i brought her to ruth
i’m lookin’ too flee, in this raf simon suit
she not throwin’ nun so i gave hеr the boot
he pull out the bl!cky, you know imma shoot
my n-ggas rich, my n-ggas up
not talkin’ monеy, then stfu
that n-gga broke, yea, he ride onna bus
them n-ggas not gang, they not fw us
i’m on the explore page, i’m f-ckin’ sh-t up
i told my n-ggas, to go pour me up
i scored a triple double, feel like russ
get to the money, you know that’s a must
[verse 2] (giosoja)
my n-gga, uppin’ the stick like wassup
he tried to shoot, we not worried like russ
no nfl, got a big body (slatt)
no nfl, got a big body truck
cus my b-tch a model
get hit wit the hollows
choppa do magic, like arron afflalo (poh-poh-poh)
hit it one time, but she can’t get the follow
g19 on my hip, no apollo

[bridge] (giosoja)
he wan’ a feature for free, huh
lil bro, f-ck is you sayin’
i see the bag, and my ass get to runnin’, yea
f-kit, i turn to usain
arp & this sh-t really bust (slatt) (slatt)
the chop got a kick, like liu kang
run up on me, & i shoot this sh-t up
turn his whole block to ukraine (blatt)

[verse 2] (giosoja)
yo b-tch, she shake it
send em to satan
leave him wit a blood-clot
but i ain’ jamaican
my money as big as the size
of your bas-m-nt
run up on me
turn that boy, to a patient
told bae, that i run to the green like a packer
blood on my ricks, turn my jeans
to some splatters
got a white plug
that boy call me a b-st-rd
use to be broke, but my pockets got fatter
[outro]
(use to be broke, but my pockets got fatter) x3

(use to be broke, but my pockets got)

- giosoja

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