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letra de livin' this life - j mont (rap)

[verse 1]
yeah, bad b-tches from magazines and movie scenes
designer jeans and limousines, i’m feelin’ clean but pardon me
my harmony is nice as f-ck, in the club with my semi tucked
she off the henny tryna, woah
kamikazi, fighter pilot with the flow
lyrically i’m an icbm about to blow
it’s like poetry, call me edgar allen poe
no, i won’t stop grindin’ ’til i got me all this dough
i’m over your reach like i’m randy moss, always winnin’, no i never lost
look at me marvelous, suped up like a marvel list
great writer, i’ma novelist laying low, anonymous
i’m a higher hominid, i’ma hybrid
my wrist wet, giftеd right from poseidon
i pull up right beside ‘еm, hit ’em with the trident
i’m not lyin’, i promise i am sellin’ what you what i’m buyin’, barely even tryin’
it’s supply and demand, i’m so high, boy i can’t even land
i’m cashin’ these checks in my hand
my foreign is orange, had to make it a lam, (make it a lam)

[hook]
i’m runnin’ this game, new balance shoes
runnin’ the bands up on grey goose
i’m gonna buy her a brand new jewels
pent house, way up, look at this view
girls all up on me like tattoos
shakin’ they ass, got ’em in two’s
smokin’ the gas, pass me the booze
livin’ this life, nothin’ to
[verse 2]
back track, i got the backpack
n-ggas stop dead like the f-ckers caught a heart attack
n-ggas know i’m part of that but tell me what that means for all my cred
’cause monty huntin’ all of my homies, you know they fed
i put my city on my back, reppin’ east
i’m sittin’ on the f-ckin’ thrown, n-gga i’m a beast
to say the least, my comp deceased now run it back
got these b-tches on my d-ck and you know they asses fat
yeah, i’m automatic, no, not sporadic
i got the patek on my wrist, louis v up on my b-tch
i brought the gun, you brought the fist to the fight, light out for you phony n-ggas
great aim when i’m shootin’ at your homies triggers
my aura is tangible, something similar to hannibal, i am cannibal, an animal
i’m eatin’, y’all a predator, heavy-weight competitor
i’m beatin’ y’all, my sk!lls on par with federer
my bars are federal, i’m a general, my glocks c-cked
i’ll hit you in the femoral or watch your top ’cause you quick to get dropped
i’m underground so you can’t find me sonar needed my records undefeated
come against me, it’s clash of the titans, stakes heightened
i walk away a victorious when the fight ends, flame ignitin’
fire starter, quick as lightning, pump the breaks has siphoned
you career it might end, no, will end

- j mont rap

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