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letra de rabbit out the pot - j1hunnit

[intro]
1hunnit
(keep that sh-t low-key, tae)
keep that sh-t on the low
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)
it don’t never get no easier

[verse]
see, i serve, f-ck hoes, and count pape’ with my partners (my n-ggas)
we the dog sh-t brothers like rikishi and umaga (dog sh-t brothers)
this the beginning of my story, peep the saga
i run ’em down on how we kick sh-t, i’m playin’ soccer (it’s how we kick sh-t)
it was me and lil’ michael on the 4 tryna bang (r.i.p.)
we ain’t even have a clique of our own, we made a gang (we made our own)
when he died, i wasn’t there, and that sh-t hurt, i felt ashamed (that sh-t hurt)
every time me and mines took an l, i took the blame, look (i took the blame for it)
i’m in the kitchen doin’ magic, david blaine (yeah)
i pulled a rabbit out the pot and made a name, look
take a look at what i’m wearin’, it ain’t a stain, look (it ain’t a stain on it)
i’m doin’ big dog sh-t, the great dane (big dog)
i’m takin’ pics with the b-tch, she wanna post ’em for the fame (fame baby)
i’m finna up some dog sh-t and show her all her exes lame (see that)
i’m finna run and get the drac’, they think i came with lil wayne
i’m finna cut into the b-tch like, “can i have a little brain?” (that’s how i cut it)
know you n-ggas all ham, you just a cheeseburger plain (f-ckin’ ham)
it’s a line at the spot, the trap grew like soul train
supreme white tee, but the tag say it’s hanes (just a white tee)
i don’t even worry about the l’s, i get gains (i ain’t worried)
i wanna mash on everybody, but it’s gravy
it’s like i put murray’s on my head, i feel wavy (yeah)
i’m a high-value man, she wanna date me
i think i’m finna drown in this cup, you gotta save me
the chances are you n-ggas’ pockets slim, you move shady (slim pockets)
d-mn, i heard that n-gga 12, tom brady (12)
huh, white girl with me, i got katie
i’m sippin’ wock’, you see the z’s comin’ off me, i’m from haiti
i think i found a new plug, he from argentina
i’m finna turn into ike, this n-gga brought me tina
i got on no-show socks, dancin’ on it like a ballerina
she think she finna grab my d-ck, i told her hold the nina (hold it, do that for me, baby)
huh, they put some green on his top, we call him ch-ch-chia
i’m trappin’ at the bodega, [?][1:44]
i work a thousand different spots, them n-ggas call me cheetah
look, 1hunnit name ring bells like a walmart greeter
i don’t even want the ho, i done had the eater
i ain’t even have to kiss the girl and you had to eat her (dweeb)
you the type to see her in the club, get mad, and beat her
i’m the type to see her with her scrub, take her out, and treat her
i pay her what her job finna pay her, pick her up, and feed her (that’s how i’m comin’)
how the f-ck you wanna take control, and you can’t even lead her?
let me close the sermon up, i’m talkin’ like a preacher (a preacher)
we call him monkey d. luffy, he’s a f-ckin’ reacher (f-ckin’ reacher)
bearskin on my lanvins, taxidermy— alright
bearskin on my lanvin, taxidermy creatures

- j1hunnit

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