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letra de vegas la$tone - jack $limez

[intro: jack $limez]
yeah, oou, ouu

[verse 1: jack $limez]
if there’s an original thought i could use it right now (nah, nah)
n-ggas slipping and sleeping on slime
i’m like a reason they hating right now (yeah)
everybody earning they bread by the rhyme
equality and i speak as a wedding vow
swear i won’t flop ain’t no jail house, that’s where they turn a man into a mouse (gate)
eyes of a snake, shape of a corpse lighten up through the water like opps
(yeah, like opps)
lambo i’m hopping and getting sh-t
applying the heat this ain’t no cold war (yeah)
eyes h-lla low, they red, i’m lit silly young n-gga i’m taking your b-tch
now all of a sudden she taking a pic (a pic)
b-tch now you all on my d-ck
came for the win, i ain’t here to do tricks
they took my b-tch i don’t care she ain’t sh-t (yeah)
getting head i’m going back in time, said i’m a glock i ain’t shooting inside (yeah, yeah)
she don’t even smoke i be getting more high
grabbing ass she start pillow talking, why you asking ’bout my life? (yeah)
b-tch on god she kind and she fly
always calling asking $limez are you fine
she a baddie i might make her mine (yeah)
young n-gga you know that’s a lie, said she my queen oh b-tch where your crown?
(a lie, lie)
i don’t look cute with a smile, you know i’m that crazy and i ain’t no clown (no clown)
b-tch n-gga i ain’t no clown (yeah, no clown)
i had done told my ex that she next
she dying to see me she already dead, if sushi look good i wanna get me a taste
she be dying to chose the dead over a text
she digging me deep like a grave i cannot relate (i’m dead)
i told her don’t stress, she looking so slimey on slime she obsessed
she jumping around like a soul been possessed
[interlude: the monclairs]
ohhh ohh ooooh

[verse 2: jack $limez]
if my time was up i wouldn’t have any doubts
and i’m here living my life inside dopehouse (smoke)
ain’t no kisses i wanna get blown out
slatt business got bodies i lost count, good coochie i think she a girl scout (oou)
living dead i keep packing the whole house
richard millie she don’t know what i’m talking bout (yeah)

yeah, smoke
i’m living my life inside dopehouse

- jack limez

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