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letra de welcome to the rodeo - jack donaldson

[intro: jack donaldson]
blood on the sidewalk, and on my hands
deal just came in from france
lost too much weight
now these b-tches call me delphine

[chorus: jack donaldson]
at 15 i caught my first body
but i didn’t do the rice, ’cause they didn’t find me
i got my glock down, with no kickback, i want you to come find me
but i swear they’re too p-ssy, and they won’t come get me

[verse 1: jack donaldson]
i’ve seen people doubting from my eyes, won’t forget that sh-t
downtown, when that crackhead wouldn’t hit that l!ck
didn’t have my phone, couldn’t call an ambulance
but i had my prime, so i let him smoke away that sh-t
throwback to school, when johnny got his ‘9
on thesе streets, man we thought were words to dеfine
15 years old, walking ’round with a ‘9
these b-tches got me mad, i’d pop, pop, your slime
they ask me what i’m smoking, b-tch, i’m off a dime
all these energies in my head, got me thinking ’bout homicide
blood on the sidewalk, and on my hands
close range, your b-tch, yeah, i like to do my dance
deal just came in from france
tr!ss you want to hop on this? is there any chance?
now i know you’re probably off molly, but i’m trying to stay clean
lost too much weight, now these b-tches call me delphine
[chorus: jack donaldson]
at 15 i caught my first body
but i didn’t do the rice, ’cause they didn’t find me
i got my glock down, with no kickback, i want you to come find me
but i swear they’re too p-ssy, and they won’t come get me

[verse 2: jack donaldson]
when i saw death with my own eyes, i was 15, that sh-t f-cked me up
(sh-t f-cked me up)
now i’m addicted to hoes blood and gus
i want to gouge your eyes out, b-tch, i’m nuts (b-tch i’m nuts)
you think rapes funny? nah, you f-cked
i’ma drop the ‘9, f-ck it, i’ma slam you with my truck
i don’t f-ck with dirty b-tches, and i don’t f-ck with sl-ts
especially ones who think rape is funny, what the f-ck?

[verse 3: yng tr!ss]
i swear i ain’t no p-ssy, b-tch (i swear)
so don’t you try to push me, b-tch
i ain’t never f-ck with classes, (i ain’t never f-ck with class)
you could catch me playing hookie, b-tch
i’m a vet, but you a rookie, b-tch
all these haters they be looking
watching
watching me like tv screens
they see how i get easy cheese
this sh-t is way too easy-peasy
all these b-tches want to be me
i keep spitting like i’m wheezy
test me, i’m cold, you know i’m freezing
don’t want to, but i’ll blow if i have to
then i might go get a bag too
my words they all throw up
like they just ate bad food

sh-t they ain’t no competition
to me, i’ma just keep winning
getting green, ain’t talking spinach
i’m so up, ain’t got no limits
and i can’t f-ck with them
cause they all f-ck it up
but i’ma f-ck them up
hit they ass with a uppercut

[verse 4: jack donaldson]
ay, when i saw it for the first time, it f-cked me up
now i’m riding round with my motherf-cking double cup
no hennessy in my cup
i like it when i get really, really, really f-cked up
so i’m sipping lean, and m, again
feel so good, when it’s up in my head
tr!ss, yeah, i think this could be the end
but i got my vest on, ain’t no bullets in my head (bullets in my head)
[chorus: jack donaldson]
at 15 i caught my first body
but i didn’t do the rice, ’cause they didn’t find me
i got my glock down, with no kickback, i want you to come find me
but i swear they’re too p-ssy, and they won’t come get me

[verse 5: yng tr!ss]
i’m too hard, cement
they ain’t hard, they bent
geeking off a bar, time well spent
i’m invincible, like clark kent
i’m throwing dimes, and smoking dimes
man, all they throwing is one cent
they spitting, they be spitting rhymes
but that sh-t don’t no d-mn sense
man, they all illiterate, and they ain’t getting money
i’m winning, i’m k!lling it, kick it back with your b-tch, drumming, ay
i’m trying to get the money, ay, through it i just be thumbing
i’m trying to get more than something, while they all got nothing

- jack donaldson

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