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letra de featherweight pillow fighter - j white (rapper)

[hook: j white]

i just want a pic-sso in my casa
sofía vergara on her knees tossin’ my salsa
i mean my salad — add some cilantro
pico de gallo, “¡aye dios, mio! ¡loca vato”

[verse 1: j white]

watch him as he walk
one hand on his c-ck
other had with a watch
the size of your whole block
got that mach one razor
help me chop cocaine up
plus that glock, chrome-stainless
always *pop* old faithful
got more bread than i could need in my lifetime
regis hotel didn’t even use a lifeline
‘far as pussy go’ i’m k!llin’ all nine lives
waitress catchin’ feelin’s while she’s fillin’ up my mai tai
and i be travellin’ on my gallivant
m-ssive amounts of cash i be handlin’
b-tches on my javelin, fishin’ through my hammer pants
and ‘das how it goes, ’til i p-ss in the ambulance
and fuck your cameras; no crew of handlers
brought these banana clips to feed you fuckin’ animals
no use for cannabis
don’t care what strand it is
ya’ll live in fantasies in attics in your grandma’s cribs
closet full of cocaine, marijuana papers
dolce & gabbana
more hoes than lou bega
i’m in a hot dilemma
doin’ the macarena
tell that gender-fluid b-tch i need a dr. pepper
office of roc-a-fella, faded like ‘pac at ‘chella
traded my meds for beds with broads some bread and mozzarella

[hook: j white]

i just want a pic-sso in my casa
sofía vergara on her knees tossin’ my salsa
i mean my salad — add some cilantro
pico de gallo, “¡aye dios, mio! ¡loca vato”
i just want a pic-sso in my casa
sofía vergara on her knees tossin’ my salsa
i mean my salad — add some cilantro
pico de gallo, “¡aye dios, mio! ¡loca vato”

[verse 1: j white]
popular people got me poppin’ pills, ’til i’m pushin’ daisies
probably inside insane asylums after my prayers
maybe not, got lots of problems, might be gone and forgotten
posthumous: “his point of view was partly off like his posture”
should i go off this awful grid and paint the town grey like sasha
paparazzi call that kettle black, pissed-off off of poppers
pull my finger, push the envelope, ’til i put a sock in it
put my two-cents in a pot to piss in, cut off your oxygen
cosby placebos in water, speak of the devil in prada
seated n-next to foxy brown donnin’ pastelle printed boxers
sippin’ upon a baby’s ba-ba filled with strawberry vodka
b-mpin’ 2pac, big pun and poppa on my way to the hospital
i’m just a c-cky, caustic, conscious, cosmic, condescending comic –a stand up, stand-up, so stand up and start shit
i’ve got awful thoughts of coffins, often i’m the author offerin’
vodka water in your toddler’s bottle locked in my apartment

textin’ and drivin’ the extra mile, alexis texas in my tesla
tech is dyin’ for a trial — i’ll take your rent, your neck and necklace
not to mention that espresso beverage clenched inside your left hand
every last possession on your person, ‘cept your hand in friendship
that’s what happens when he misses breakfast
restless like he wets his bed still
dead before he gettin’ recognition on a “best-of-best” list
‘far as expenses, rest -ssured
bread on the rise, like chefs in sf
rolexes share the shade of kanye west’s fuckin’ exes
speakin’ of west you’re headed north
an exit from your debt collectors
sweatin’ hitchin’ lifts like wetbacks
‘buela never fed you ethics
oh, before you take offense
my family climbed the fence to nest here
came from mexico for bread and b-tter, pesos and pimentos
smith & wesson for you pests
your vest look’ precious out the dresser
toe-to-toe don’t test this tonto
johnny depp with them accessories
oh, so what recession gentlemen?
my pants cost more than twice your pension
jet look like a pterodactyl, ’bout to paint the town magenta

[hook: j white]

- j white rapper

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