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letra de noveling - j.u.s

[intro]
the first thing i tell a ho, “b-tch, i got a hundred hoes, is you gonna support me through this?
yay or nay, i ain’t got no time for no play-play, you understand me?”
all we wanna do is get this muf-ckin’ check and [?] every m-th-f-ckin’ day

[verse 1]
it was like ten below, i still went to the sto’
i made a hand-to-hand trans’ and bought a bottle of rose
put ten in the tank, and went and picked up a ho
drop the b-tch back off, and went and picked up a boat
broke it down with my mans and we talked about scams
hunnid grams for some bands from his mans in the [?]
called a play, had to go, had to scoop up some cash
heatin’ the stash, had to get my mama a bag
i be back with the henn’ plus some cokе and some ice
if something hot on thе flo’, we might go out tonight
got the blunt in the ash, on a mission for gold
came back on e with a car full of hoes
no point to the story, just my life in a row

[interlude]
[?] wednesdays, our wednesdays better then some n-ggas summers

[verse 2]
it’s easy to cut through, like a knife through a row
i roll with the pipe, my b-tch come through, get h-rny and fight
[bridge]
cut that bullsh-t off man, cut it off
nah, for real, for real, for real, just wanna talk to you, man, cut that sh-t
weed? sh-t crazy, d-mn

[verse 3]
god is great, hallelujah, won’t he do it?
i been through it, so you ain’t have to go through it
move souls through this music
i’m godbody instead of a heart throbby
i’m probably more likely to flip my bars into some magical [?]
sadly, i’m diff’, i’m way to close to the cliff to ever go back
i’m precious, too many scars from hard lessons, too much pressure
snakes in my session, keep the grass low
yet another jewel from my mexican, he a thespian
he think he pablo in a leopard skin
i’m more violent than artistic, i’m [?]
and [?] pimpin’ [?] with bart simpson
i used to wish for a honda, so i could hold the family down
now i’m in the challenger, danny brown hand-me-downs
bag in gold chain, the peeps say j.u.s
so please say my whole name, thot b-tch suckin’
please get the whole thang like it’s no thang (like i said man)
it’s only d-ck bumps after two, this ain’t the marriott
you lookin’ for honey b-tch, hit the dairy spot
and i ain’t never met a hairy tw-t that wasn’t magic like harry pot’
canary yellow ice in my favorite watch
police-issue hollow tips up in the favorite glock
chicken wings and bad strippers at my favorite spot

- j u s

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