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letra de narcissist - j.l. tha doc

[intro]
i’m so vain…haha…
i’m so vain
i told you we were gonna see, right?
okay, then

[verse 1]
i’m so vain, d-mn right i think this song is about me
i gave enough airtime to the people that doubt me
shoutout to white girls that see i’m short, brown, and handsome
don’t pack a 9, just enough to give a klan mom a grandson
i’m mexican, american, or something in between, uhh
yo habla inglés, i ain’t got no gasolina
call me daddy while she yank-me, yeah, you really shoulda see her
had to make her bite the pillow, no one told me she’s a screamer
on to brown queens, ‘cause that grass be looking greener
wear the bustier, chica, i’ll do anything for selenas
smacked that culo so hard, it felt like a misdemeanor
not missy, but she kiss me when i beat it like it’s-

(spoken) no, no, no, that’s disrespectful, that’s been done a dozen times, run that sh-t back. smacked that culo so hard-

it felt like a misdemeanor
she was twitching when i came, guess that makes me a streamer
born in america, b-tch, but i’m still a dreamer
full-blooded narcissist, and only getting meaner
before you say you got me, yeah, i’m cappin’ just a little bit
but i’m captain now of this sh-t, clappin’ back, ‘cause i don’t give a sh-t
who hears their little coup de grace was just a minor setback
i’ll give you the shirt right off my f-cking wetback
flying over y’all like i’ve got a f-cking jet pack
i spread fumes when i hit sonic boom, so b-tches better get back
[interlude]
alright…now, i’m gonna bring it down low

[verse 2]
they sayin’ calm down, j.l., sounds like you hate white folk
nah, just so-called beautiful people that want my brown ass to choke
but their daughters treat me equal, sweet and low under the covers
equal opportunity lover, just like the man donald glover
maybe it’s childish to do all this kissing and telling
but i like putting fear in racist minds, as long as it’s selling
‘cause i lived in this nightmare for d-mn long enough
we can’t even scratch our back, they think that we reaching for stuff
they sh-t on us long enough, so they fearing retribution
every brown man with a gun ain’t plotting revolution
i’m not violent, if i rap about a switch or a stick
i’m talking ’bout that thing that their daddy should have beat their ass with
the very first time they said beaner, wetback, or spic
i’d love to watch that sh-t, stand in the back, singing whoop that trick
i’m spittin’ fire, hope i singe your f-cking eyebrows off
‘cause you already looking dumb as f-ck out there, reading mein kampf
said i’m narcissistic ‘cause i show love to myself
or celebrate that i’m headed toward a clean bill of health
but they’d probably switch teams if they saw me with wealth
f-ck off, i’m keeping this sh-t for my kids and myself
motherf-ckers…ha!
[outro]
full-blooded narcissist, that’s what i am…ha!

- j l tha doc

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