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letra de new new (freestyle) - j-r3mi

[intro]
(uh, yeah)
(okayyy) j-r3mi on his sh-t!
fiesta-boi on the track

[verse 1]
i got a new whip, with new kicks
this is new sh-t. hop in the booth;
i’m ‘bout to truth spit. blue tint
on my yeezy’s and my too-thick
windows ‘cause i’m ridin’ around with bullets
flyin’ around, bouncin’ right off my windshield
motherf-ckers f-ckin’ with me, these b-tches been k!lled
if we talkin’ ‘bout money, they makin’ zilch, nill
while i’m stackin’ my paper up to the rich ceilin’
if we talkin’ ‘bout b-tches, these chicks is gettin’ reeled-in
i’m a magnet to the opposite s-x
i got the swagger when i walk in my vest (uh, yeah)

[bridge]
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ wit’ him. (nah, nah)
i make all these rappers quitters. (yeah, yeah)
every day, i’m gettin’ bitter. (uh huh)
i don’t need a squad of hitters. (nuh uh)
(why?)

[verse 2]
i’ll knock a b-tch out for talkin’ sh-t. he’ll wanna skip town
but he won’t get the chance ’cause i’ma rip out
his f-ckin’ legs and kick him up in his head
he’ll roll around in a puddle of blood
this motherf-cker’s playin’ dead, as if i was dumb
he might as well be ‘cause there’s nowhere to run
you know i’m sick when i did this just for fun
i gotta set an example not to f-ck with an animal
you’ll get f-cked up quick and fed to my nana’s gull dong
you f-cked with the wrong man now
oh sh-t, looks like that’s another man down
oh well, guess you reap what you sow
motherf-ckers don’t think about that ‘fore they go
runnin’ they mouths across town, drinkin’ moe’s
oh look, we reached the end of the road
i guess it’s time that this tale-of-violence book should be closed

- j r3mi

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