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letra de badness - j spades

[verse 1: abra cadabra]
sho
badman from the farm made they must know
stepped in and my fragrance was gun smoke
i don’t pop molly, matic in it and i’ll pop those
hit him with a corn that was made before umbro
older than my uncle
scratch that
always get approached by the brownins with the fat backs
i linked it by bro’s outside with a backpack
gyaldem crazier than opps, it’s a mad fact
i show the haters where i’m staying on snapchat
the gyal dem love me by the streets love me more
why you think my n-ggas brought burners on tour
put my life on the line and i slid for the cause
flex my rassclart index and put him on pause (boom)
thе trolls troll by the streets know for sure
my whole block’s lit and thе up block’s poor (gang)
we come from selling bare smack down and raw
now my n-ggas getting plaques and awards

[verse 2: j spades]
stay winning, lifting up trophies
man save the game man coming like goalies
streets know the team and my n-ggas that i roll with
every other month my n-ggas are buying rollies
man set goals while your n-ggas goal hanging
triple mp man had the whole roads banging
industry saying they don’t want no road man in
cause if sp-ce come through, he’s gonna bring the whole gang in
i tried come through, i heard the door slamming
don’t know about no mobos, don’t know about no grammys
cali by the kilos, i’ll show you what a gram is
half of the industry, boy they have some f-ggots
them boy they in the closet, coming like clothes hanging
kitties on the block, smoke till their jaw hanging
half of the rap game, happy man vanished
man’s back now, it’s back to regular programming
no joke, when my young gs draw for their ballies
that mean they on smoke like rastaman chalice
some n-ggas love lean, some n-ggas love cali
but we say we the best like dj khaled (we have it, wagwarn) (wagwarn), wagwarn my g
you know you mi g way before ig
the way everybody watch mi haffi ask why pree?
and it’s still no love for a p-i-g
know everything we do, we do it b-i-g
everybody know we, we don’t need id (bullet)
for undercovers and the c.i.d’s
for the n-ggas that we lost, we say r.i.p
yo, been shoulda already had a tune with millionz
been shoulda already had a tune with popcorn
true we nuh beg friend or friends with favours
looking at them og’s like, how you make that gwarn
no n-gga harder than spades when i’m on top form
this gang is on site, your head top gone
pull up in the coupe all white with the top gone
no key, just one b-tton that says stop, start
ghetto youte, running from the cop cars
always hustling and still mingle with the popstars
still the goat, no single on the pop charts
spades drop something, better force it on your platform

- j spades

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