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letra de bob barker - jackboy

[intro]
the police who says (i’ma keep it p, yeah) they continue to investigate and monitor all gang activity (i’ma keep it p, yeah)
if you’re looking to set up shop here (i’ma keep it p, yeah), i don’t think it’s a good idea (love me or love me not)
’cause you know, we know who they are (i’ma keep the p, yeah)
and we’re watching what they do (i’ma keep it p, yeah)
this is just another clear case of that last night (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayy, yeah, yeah (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay), yeah, yeah, yeah
watchin’ my every f-ckin’ move (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
i ain’t gon’ disappoint you, i’ma give you somethin’ to see (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
yeah

[chorus]
love me or love me not, i’ma keep it p (i’ma keep it p, yeah)
notorious for d-gg-n’ hoes, my bank account be on big (on big, yeah)
better believe she put in work if she done got a check from me (a check from me)
we always in designer like we get this sh-t for free (this sh-t for free)
two fifty on my richie, b-tch, my lifestyle far from cheap (it’s far from cheap, n-gga)
that ho for me or you, i d-ck her down every other week (every other week, n-gga)
i let my money talk, i don’t even gotta f-cking speak (i don’t even speak, n-gga)
i’m filthy rich, this dirty money got me dressin’ neat (i’m dressin’ neat)

[verse 1]
fresh out of rock rose, you know that stormy weathers don’t last forever (nah)
was in my cell thinkin’ how it would be if i f-cked ari fletcher (ugh, ugh, yeah)
ain’t doin’ no stressin, i gave my lawyer money back for the cheddar (okay, okay)
i’m startin’ to learn long as you got cheese, you can get away with whatever (yeah, yeah)
i’m livin’ life too fast, i barely be havin’ time to blink (time to blink, yeah)
i went from champagne showers to drinkin’ out the jail sink (jail sink, yeah)
i went from havin’ power to crackers tellin’ me what to do (what to do, yeah)
i went from balenciaga to rockin’ a bob barker suit (okay, okay)
[chorus]
love me or love me not, i’ma keep it p (i’ma keep it p, yeah)
notorious for d-gg-n’ hoes, my bank account be on big (on big, yeah)
better believe she put in work if she done got a check from me (a check from me)
we always in designer like we get this sh-t for free (this sh-t for free)
two fifty on my richie, b-tch, my lifestyle far from cheap (it’s far from cheap, n-gga)
that ho for me or you, i d-ck her down every other week (every other week, n-gga)
i let my money talk, i don’t even gotta f-cking speak (i don’t even speak, n-gga)
i’m filthy rich, this dirty money got me dressin’ neat (i’m dressin’ neat)

[verse 2]
i’m filthy rich, i took my dirty money and went legit (i went legit)
i got tired of handcuffs, now i rock new cubans on my wrist (bling)
i know the feds watchin’, so i’m strategic when i diss (when i diss, yeah)
from the streets to the booth, we on they ass, i’ma keep on droppin’ hits (ah, ah, ah)
don’t care you f-ck my b-tch, the only girl i love is money (yeah, yeah)
they heard i got them racks, they want to sue me, take it from me (take it from me)
i made a mill’, what the f-ck i look like postin’ on the ugly? (nope)
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, spent so much, they gotta love me (they gotta love me, yeah)

- jackboy

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