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letra de sexyy red - j1hunnit & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: j1hunnit]
(313 mafia)
(alloutw4r)
1hunnit

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
look, i wake up first thing in the mornin’ tryna serve a head
my client say he need a whole thing, i’m jumpin’ out the bed
my ratchet b-tch gon’ try this dope for me, she look like s-xyy red
the last batch was movin’ slow for me, this one gon’ make ’em beg
rock chrome heart, my soul is dead, i’m dripped down from the toe to head
we still waitin’ on the crops to veg’, put umph in it like jagged edge
i’m dope dealin’, i done made a pledge, this gumbo, it is not the regs
i come white like a newlywed, hit grandma for prescription meds
i don’t move without my stick, this b-tch my wado ichimonji
i’m from cdt, it’s like the rainforest straight out jumanji
this ain’t chick-fil-a, we open every day, including sunday

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
this that real money, all blue hundreds, it’s hard to count (can’t even count it)
smokin’ good, we just rolled up six blunts and blew an ounce (and blew an ounce)
let’s be real, i got enough work, i can flood the town (i’ll probably flood this b-tch)
b-tch so bad, i had to get the neck before i knocked her down (before i knocked her down)
i’m hittin’ cash flips, runnin’ through that bag, sh-t
f-ck hoes and get straight to the point, i don’t be actin’ (i don’t be actin’)
hoes pull up on me tryna suck my d-ck, i don’t gotta ask ’em (i don’t gotta ask ’em)
plug called me with some new sh-t, i’m on my way, i’m finna grab it (i’m finna pull up)
dope fiends, they love me, i’m a trap n-gga (i’m a trap n-gga)
if you’d step in the trap like me, then you’d rap different (then you’d rap different)
fifty ‘bows, they made it through the airport, they was wrapped different (thank jesus)
you think they’s highs, they really lows, i really catfished ’em (come on)
[verse 3: j1hunnit]
and i’m stirrin’ on the price, you playin’ bagminton
we pulled a background check on him, he think his past hidden
i’m with another n-gga b-tch, in here ass grippin’
i get more than a check out the ho, i’m way past pimpin’
shawty pull tricks nicely, i wrap vacuum seals tightly
hutch chain got me icy, do a deal, you talk nicely
think wise, this sh-t pricy, the streets dry, that sh-t frightening
baby drove a load for me, i paid for her t–th whitening

[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
neighbors complained about the traffic, the house jumpin’ (the house jumpin’)
woke up tryna get some money, i can’t go back home or nothin’ (yeah)
move the bag fast like it’s rush hour, chris tucker (chris tucker, n-gga)
i ain’t talkin’ about shootin’ around when i start workin’ on my jumper (baow, baow)
tryna run it up, then run it up again, this sh-t don’t stop (this sh-t don’t stop)
i’m tryna grab a ‘rari, pull up to the hood, park on the block (park on the block)
i’m workin’ hard, might answer the phone while i work the block (woo)
i’ll work the door, you count the money, brodie gon’ work the pots (yeah)

- j1hunnit glockboyz teejaee

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