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letra de fuck whatchu jack pt. 2 - jack grant.

(intro: s4int & )

dawg, that sh-t was ass
get the f-ck off the airway, boy

uhhhhhhhh, gang, gang, gang

(verse 1: s4int)
f-ck everything you jack
shots in the party
i’ll never lack
you know me
i stay with the straps
asher, he dead
n-gga go get back
yeah, we smokin’ on that tavo pack
that n-gga prxda out doin’ crack
these n-ggas is cops all they do is rat
talk some sh-t
yo mom get smacked
stay with the bl!cks
s4int stay strapped
smokin’ on lina
she ain’t coming back
grrah, grrah, grrah
(verse 2: s4int)
hit him in chest, all he did was rat
hit him in his head, brains in his lap
i’m finna go kuu cuttin’ off the slack
smokin’ on deads, i can get you got
smokin’ on cami, dumb little thot
talkin’ on s4int, he been on hots
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
boom

(verse 3: lamont)
hop in the booth, you know i be spitting
smokin’ cj, now i’m feelin’ it
b-tch on go, you know she going
she suckin d-ck onna story
you know i carry my heater
shootin’ my shot with no motherf-ckin’ meter
yo b-tch is a motherf-ckin’ eater
michael jackson
you know imma beat it
we tote big guns and knockas
play wit us n-gga, we might rock ya
we see an opp and stop em
blast on his ass you know we not rocking
30 in this motherf-ckin’ clip
shoot that n-gga in his motherf-ckin’ shi
all they n-ggas got f-ckin’ hit
now these n-ggas be on my d-ck
they like “lamont you a b-tch”
come show me , you know i ain’t no snitch
ian never been no f-ckin” flunky
yo b-tch p-ssy is kinda funky
her ph balance is off
stay on go
you know i ain’t soft
i ain’t know i was good at this rappin’ sh-t
let’s make a movie not a fl!ck
get off my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
573, you know they be drillin’ sh-t
[pre-bridge: lamont]
on gang
grrah, grrah, boom, n-gga
glttttttttt!

[bridge: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
it’s that lil’ ddot n-gga
n-gga, suck my d-ck
every opp shot, like
n-ggas know the vibe
grrah-grrah, boom, oy

[chorus: notti osama]
yo ddot, just move
i’ma up it and cl!ck at his crew
scream, “rpt”, you get put in the news
no flockas allowed, bullets got to them too
and y’all n-ggas keep dissin’ the oy
that’s why ms and lotti have both died

[verse 5: notti osama]
don’t run, don’t trip
like, scream, “doa”, dd, pass me the grip
yeah, i f-ck with some makks, i f-ck with some trendy’s
but the doa n-ggas is deady (doak)
he tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
talk on bro, n-gga, i get deadly
[verse 6: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
it’s lil’ ddot, you know how i’m comin’
catch me an opp, yeah, i’m bumpin’ in public
he get shot if he yellin’, “what’s gunnin’?”
spin through the opps, n-ggas know how we comin’
lil’ curt got shot in his face, and matt got spliffed for the day
when i bend, you know i don’t play
see me a flocka, you know i’ma spray
yeah, they think ’cause i’m young
when i see ’em, he know that i’m really gon’ dump
how they talkin’ on bro but they never did nothin’
big chop, you know i’ma up it
bando a d-ck, that boy got shot
n-gga stay in the t’s, they don’t come to my block
see an opp, we gon’ blast him, clap him
try to run up, you get turned into ashes
me and notti like curry and cl!ck
try to run up, you get shot in ya’ face
on the block, yeah, i’m totin’ on kelly
if sh-t gettin’ heavy, get shot in ya’ belly
smokin’ jb, got left by the deli
n-ggas know how we really be comin’
drop the o, you get shot in ya’ m-ffin
smokin’ on lotti, that boy got me bussin’
if he jack doa, i’ma add a k
told my ‘ooter to slide, came right away
got a .9 on my side so pray today
i’ma [?] any-day
drop the o, put an o in ya’ f-ckin’ face
ddot wit’ me, and you know he won’t hesitate
jb tried to run but the fat n-gga tripped
smokin’ on nazzy, mix him wit’ the rip
rah-rah had died in the back of the whip
please don’t say, “don’t run, don’t trip”
’cause they know my bop, i ain’t runnin’ from sh-t
if i call up dd, you know he gon’ bl!ck
see an opp, he get bl!cked through the sweater
notti, he wit’ me, you know he won’t let up
me and bro two deep in the spot
if he try to run up, then we makin’ it hot

[outro: notti osama & sugarhill ddot]
grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
n-gga, suck my d-ck
it’s that notti osama, n-gga
n-ggas know how we rocking’, man
every opp shot, man
suck my d-ck, n-gga

- jack grant

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