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letra de out here - jack g

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[chorus]
f-ck all of these hatin motherf-ckers
wanna play with it see me in the gutter
what up. strictly k!llin’ shit whenever i spit
i’ma sip a bit fore i go leave ya dome split
check it. we don’t f-ck around out here
catch ya in the wrong side of town out here
play the game of the thrones, blood on the ground out here
if you can’t stand up, sit the f-ck back out here

[verse 1]
never ever have i gave a f-ck about you
or your pussy -ss crew man f-ck em
b-tch mothaf-ckas freeze for twenty-two
ask ’em what they gonna do till i go and f-ckin’ dust em. true
f-ckboys? nah i never trust em
if we talkin’ thots boy i never love em
cliques bark with the slick talk
fake f-cks dressed in red tryna crip walk
nah. never that. emo shit dressed in black
dope up on the fitted cap. yours man it would say “whack”
bet that. i k!ll these f-cks on every track
step back. don’t say shit b-tch you’re steady whack
if i was born in the 90s id k!ll the eight track
make ’em fear the aggression and then when i’m laid back
back on my shit screamin’ f-ck the opposition
cleanse ’em with the f-ckin’ power to me god has given

[bridge] x2
said you talkin’ all that shit, well where the f-ck you at?
talkin bout banana clips but you never seen a gat
but you always talkin straps, man where the f-ck it at?
you been around this b-tch but run from the f-ckin trap

[chorus]

[verse 2]
pop an oxy to calm me, constant thoughts they haunt me
dumb f-cks who want beef trust i will catch a homi
and if it is not me real ones stay around me
keep talkin’ about me you’ll be in the ground, g
you look like a zombie. dead man walkin’
scare a muhf-cka if he see a deadman talkin’
feel like i’m jack jordan the way i be stalkin’
roll up on the prey leave em outlined in chalk and
well that’s that
i’ma split yo cap bust shots at ya snapback
your clapback i laughed at don’t play boy you’re mad whack
talkin’ bout your mad stacks your moms pulled out for you whack raps
real shit. i ain’t like all your f-ggot friends boy
no hype if you’re whack man, it’s not a choice
you go to school in my city, muhf-cka i lived there
you shake in your boots the whole bus ride to get there
you want real gang shit? dudes i used to hang with
if they saw your -ss, on the set, bet they’d bang quick
you cannot pretend to, you lack the credentials
talkin’ through your teeth b-tch, i’m smashing your dentals
this is something you would never know. how it feels to grow
up with no food in the kitchen, no heat when it snow
see that is the difference, i stay hungry and cold
you act like montana so don’t you ever f-ck me, hoe
(f-ck ’em)
(true)
(yeah)
(f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
(never, never that)
(real shit)
(come around here boy.)
(we don’t f-ck around, never that)
(f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
(come around here boy
(f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
(come around here boy.)
(come a-come around here boy. come a-come around here boy.)

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