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letra de rodney - j1hunnit

[intro]
(keep that sh-t lowkey, tae)
1hunnit
yeah

[verse]
a real n-gga know a f-ck n-gga when he see one
it ain’t hard to tell these n-ggas frail, these n-ggas peons
in dallas they touched down for twenty-one, we call ’em deions
i be in the hood where it’s hot, they call me freon
i done seen some sh-t in my lifetime that i can’t speak on
i like ratchet hoes that eat pickles with hot cheetos
call my b-tches messy, all they do is get they frеak on
i got different flavors, it depеnd on what your peeps on
i got sent somebody grew outside and i got indo
i’m d.j. johnson daddy, i throw bullsh-t out the window
finessin’ williams, i’ll light it up if that’s what he on
call him johnny storm ’cause it ain’t sh-t to turn the heat on
mama beat a life-threatening surgury, all i feel is joy
i know you see greatness when you lookin’ at your baby boy
jody real as f-ck, but, sh-t, i be relatin’ to rodney more
sittin’ at your main b-tch crib actin’ real important
steppin’ over your first son toys like f-ck your fort
granny smoke reports by the car and that sh-t hurt my heart
i was tryna hide the whole box and traded out for a car
look at your grandson, he high as the rent of a loft in new york
i’ma drop the babies off and leave, you can call me a stork
i know how to work a vpn, i got schooled by a dork
i know how to make a junkie fiend with a pot and a fork
i told him, “if you ain’t been tryna grind, then right now you should start”
i got real motion up my sleeve if you play your part
i ain’t even f-ckin’ with them guys, brodie look like a narc
i let brodie hit my b-tch and then he cuffed her, that n-gga a mark
i ain’t trippin’, do your thing, go’n and bang, i’ma play it at heart
i got hoes chasin’ me around like chip skylark
they callin’ vicky, he take care of the babies for charge
all i want is money, but i might let you pay with a card
it’s a must that you make up your mind, it ain’t really that hard
i do this for n-ggas in the sky and the ones behind bars
dravo got back from doin’ time, pumpin’ nine on the yard
i be out of town politickin’ and chillin’ with stars
f-ck around with bosses, meetin’ dealers that’s doin’ it large
i just got a shipment migo sent me, it came on a barge
bro just tried to play and got the beats like b and nard
the sh-t i’m sellin’ musty, you can smell it, it need right guard
when they see me, they salute me, i’m a soldier, they callin’ me sarge
[outro]
(keep that sh-t lowkey, tae)

- j1hunnit

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