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letra de jet li - itsmanman

[intro]
ayy, huh

[verse]
n-gga think he f-ckin’ with me, he a cap artist, huh
i don’t really with rappers, i’ll smack artists, huh
give a f-ck ’bout blm, i knocked the black off him
i heard his tape, that n-gga music hard, but my sh-t slap harder
baby made me bust when i feel like chicken p, hmm
n-gga tried to run off, i had to hit the knee
told cuz to hit the field and don’t forget your cleats
n-gga, when they say the hardest out, i bet they mention me, huh
n-gga always talkin’ crazy, he don’t got no bread, huh
gramma just passed out, she ain’t take her meds, huh
if you wearin’ prosthetics, i might take your legs
huh, said she on her period, then you can use your head
if your b-tch go to college, i advise you not to trust her
i’m not schooled, but if i was in school, i would’ve f-cked her
i f-cked her and got high, so i just lied and said i love her
i rob like tunechi, but this lil’ uzi sing like usher, n-gga
toss stick like ps5, but they won’t play with us
i could put this sh-t on god, b-tch, you ain’t fakin’ nothin’
treat this sh-t like call of duty, get your ranking up
we was out here shootin’ threes when you was layin’ up
huh, hit the ho then hit the door, b-tch, i ain’t layin’ up
you tryna rap at forty-four, lil’ man, go hang it up
i’m never selfish with the plate, i set the table up
three k’s, i ain’t decline the call, but i’ll hang him up
when i’m on stage, bring the hoes to the front
i don’t even smoke, but f-ck it, roll another blunt
tryna hoop, we caught him out of bounds and now he f-cked
cowgirl, say she wanna ride the horse, giddy up
don’t say that p-ssy mine, b-tch, you let everybody hit
i call her asian doll, that mean you everybody b-tch
i feel like jet li, this lil’ chopper got a kick
tryna wipe a n-gga nose, i heard the pole got him sick, n-gga
you hear me?
hmm, hardest youngin out, n-gga
yeah, come on

- itsmanman

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