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letra de jordan - j boy

[verse 1]
gyal wanna take this d on the regs cause the last time she couldn’t even feel her legs
but i’m in the streets instead i was kway ot putting keys in check
it’s juug who the fiends respect don’t cross that line i’ll beat mans head
it’s juggin em, still juggin em
i see the future that’s so raven, i don’t ever see me being shook of em
ride over there like ubereats cause they order beef and we cookin em
this 35 spin like booker t and they wanna beef and i look at em
f-ckin fools, i was in the back with a f-ck off tool
no stop (?), it was late night tryna crush them all
none of my opps kick ball, they were sh-t on road they were sh-t in school
i was getting shaved by constable did i do a 6ix9ine? no not at all

[chorus]
feds wanna nick my guys for drama
i wonder who’s talkin to dem
so we make the trap line jump like jordan, huh
who’s jordan again?
still got the bad b’s callin again
same bad b get passed to a friend
drip like (?) fendi or a (?) when i pass through the ends
feds wanna nick my guys for drama
i wonder who’s talkin to dem
so we make the trap line jump like jordan, huh
who’s jordan again?
still got the bad b’s callin again
same bad b get passed to a friend
drip like (?) fendi or a (?) when i pass through the ends
[verse 2]
fakes and snakes
the ones condoning
all my old tings
them gyal still phoning
the ones who hate
can’t ride my wave
don’t like my ways
don’t smile in my face
don’t know nuttin about celibate
but true say i sell a bit too
juggin in these streets you can be a trap queen and celibate too
mum said i shoulda been a doctor
she don’t know that i’m servin meds
i was tryna clap at a next man’s head tryna make mums clap for the nhs
on my life i don’t trust these jakes so i keep me a change for a rainy day
feds try nick me for a gbh but provin it’s me was a different case
feelin like imjustbait cah the fakes and jakes all know my face
still fly country (?) in a german whip we don’t use no waze
huh, finna skrr that benz
ain’t in sport then it don’t make sense
i was in the mway sh-t’s intense
don’t ask why i raced my friends, this lifestyles of mice and men
they can see that we don’t (?) excuse my french

- j boy

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