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letra de super (98 jermaine) - igobyvilla

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so left that it look right, like a nun tryna f-ck i dont judge but i get mines. tire marks when i switch drive
low ride on that -ss while im puffin mary j blige. dont matta boy the cl!ck live, put the pedal to the medal spittin breezy get that air time, around the world a n-gga so fly, tell me honey where the money smoke that wavy, get that hangtime. lit life my sh-t knock twice, like a desert eagle cl!ckin n the night lightin double time, ima do this for my lil cousin ima do this for the kids who were k!lled all for next to nothin
i admit this a holy war, n-ggas cant get along til we even out the playing score, 1 percent but they want more, dont matter what you n-ggas think, money talk overall. fall back step aside mane, ima re-up on these n-ggas, ima sun these n-ggas no shade, ima hit em wit that real talk, ima mention nominations ye these n-ggas when they f-ckin up, loc up do the flame n-gga
street fighta for that -ss but this is not a game ngga
hit ya with that lu-kang ngga, screamin money aint a thang bumpin 98 jermaine ngga

mazel-tov martin luther
christ like hallelujah
(bumpin 98 jermaine)
h-ll to the ruler, iced out call my jeweler
on deck f-ck ya set wet fresh n-gga super
(bumpin 98 jermaine)
mazel-tov martin luther
christ like hallelujah
h-ll to the ruler, iced out call my jeweler
on deck f-ck ya set i aint worried bout a f-ck ngga

1 hunned wit that concrete, all these new n-ggas weak
banks top of the l-league, fry a batch of that real heat
serve sum plates of that dank biscuit b-tta side of gravy, cross em heavy triple repeat-bite like a great white spit jaws til the white meat, ima pop ima do me
aint a ngga n the game that can f-ck with or try me
protect ya neck im about cream, f-ck the hype we about cheese give they -ss the biznees, f-ck ngga im f-ck free, im above ya politics ngga trust im about b’s
a nation full of cynics, a nation full of cornb-lls land of the gimmecks, yes ngga theres a limit, a couple more l’s tryna stunt and they feel it. blowin o’s yeah we burn tree just something for my g’s and something for my b-tcheez, dont worry ima do me, just worry bout ya self ngga worry bout ya posse, i swear yous a f-ck ngga, i swear yous a punk, i swear yous a chump ngga, f-ck ya crew ya’ll some b-tch nggas i aint f-ckin wit ya crew i aint worried bout a f-ck ngga

- igobyvilla

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