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letra de still jumping - hyphy lui

intro: i am crazy. but you know what else, i dont give a f-ck. i don’t give a f-ck about you, i don’t give a f-ck about [?], i don’t give a f-ck about raheem, i don’t give a f-ck about myself!

verse 1 hyphy lui:
dumped the lazer on the block, now i’m playing laser tag. brother in the county with the shanks playing razor tag. just copped the 50 with a fully thats a major bag, riding with a 30 stick yeah we trying to get your mans. chase your mans down man yeah thats how these feet work, f-ck with suckas, [?] with suckas yeah thats how these streets work. speaking on my brother but your brother on a t-shirt, everybody hit him now he dead, call that team work. red in the cuts man and he got a baby [?], b-tch we ain’t spinnin blocks leave yo block yellow tape. b-lls deep in an asian b-tch call that yellow cake. if he f-ckin with my bro leave it bro yellow tape. demon masked up yeah you see them perk eyes, hopping out the load you see me now he got them durk eyes. i don’t give a f-ck b-tch yeah im trynna hurt guys. pull up on your block cooking sh-t like a stir fry. suckas get to typin, but we get to steppin, brother is a scammer yeah and i be finessin. smoke the whole zip cause im straight stressin. b-tch im a demon yeah i am not a blessin. walk up in the party man all the bros flamed up, bang outs everywhere so i call my gang the bang bus. get us in the room [?] look we don’t change up, if we see a opp yeah we gon have the paints on. i be with the big dogs you be with the stray cats, brother in the county took yo tray, get yo tray back, brother took the chain off yo neck, get your chain back. i be in the jungle and im hunting like a predator, this a ghost glock baby this does not register. you the type to run off with the jar not the register. this the wild west and we k!llin all the messengers. b-tch im on go b-tch yeah i wanna drop some, if i see an opp yeah lui gonna drop some, hit him in his head and his brain look like pasta. walkin with some bearface yeah they some monsters, told lil bro back back ima [?]. this a fully auto man yeah this sh-t bust quick, hit a l!ck for some bars call that sh-t a bus l!ck, if we see a yeah we gon have to up sticks, i don’t give a f-ck b-tch yeah im gonna bust quick

verse 2 young iggz:
i be laying suckas down f-ck these n-ggas really talkin bout. call my brother money he gon pull up with them choppas out, swervin in this low with them poles we gon chalk you out. i don’t got my thang catch a fade ima knock you out. forever f-ck the suckas to my grave i’ll never talk it out, it ain’t safe inside my hood b-tch you can’t even walk around. swervin on the freeway duckin cops we got a lotta pounds, if that boy trippin tell that boy we got a lotta rounds. swervin through they section trynna catch a p-ssy out of bounds. lil bro he just caught him a body and he went out of town. yeah, but free my brothers doin jail time i remember i was young [?]. yo n-gga ain’t a trapper lil baby he prolly sell dimes

- hyphy lui

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