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letra de brutality - jaded jason

[verse 1: jaded]

jeepers creepers, high off the reefer
f-cking b-tches and getting sneakers
blowing up, looking green like a creeper
shooting missiles with a heat seeker
holes in your head
call you a leaker
you is now dead
go to the reaper
stop trying to flex
your chains look cheaper
(uh, yuh)
it’s 2:30 my sprite looking dirty
gucci gl-sses got my feeling all nerdy
so happy, got me dancing like purdy
step to me if you think you are worthy
your b-tch gonna suck like a slurpy
smoked so much now everything blurry
momma calling now i’m getting worried
i sip the purple pink, it look like kirby
got all these haters, but that don’t detour me
(nah)
but most of you b-tches are b-st-rds
spitting that sh-t even faster
swear my life is a disaster
k!lling the game with a blaster
writing these bars on the cr-pper
blow out my brains it goes splatter
lil uzi vert it don’t matter
(yah)
blonde hair i’m a super saiyan
like b-tch
what is you saying, just stop playing
d-mn
ignorant bars, foreign cars
diamonds shining
just like the stars
f-ck all the haters they know who they are
they didn’t think that we’d make it this far

[verse 2: shaymus]
(aye)
gold my neck it leave me breathless b-tch you rocking 925
i been on my sh-t we kicking bangers out from 9 to 5
i been cooking sh-t up like i’m gordon ramsey way too fye
feel like reptile n-ggas watching so i’m gon poke out the eyes
(aye)
b-tch
kush packed in the f-nny
b-tch i feel randy
i need like three grammies
i rip off her panties
(yuh)
i don’t pop no xannies
ana hit like brandy
eat it like it candy
my designer sandy
(yuh)
wrist clack line three b-tches up like tic tac toe
get my energy up kick em out the front doe
(yuh)
thats a fact i’m busting right in that lil b-tch throat
i been gettin guap up but really think i need some more
(yeah)
i got water dripping from my freezer like a faucet
n-ggas steady hating i might nasa i might up a rocket
steady aim it c-ck it
new drop had to cop it
-ss club on my pockets
b-tch they don’t restock it
(yeah aye)
i got purple on me p-ssy boy i feel like fredo
crunching bankrolls in my backpack just like they some cheetos
new b-tches with me n-gga i don’t really need those
keep a strap up on the side lil b-tch i feel like rico
(aye)
sorry to flex
(yuh)
i take yo b-tch without needing a rest
b-tch i’m the king i’m the best
taking b-tch to the back in my room she undressed
(yeah)
b-tch i’m up next
dog on side like johnny test
im dodging shade lil b-tch
godd-mn i wear a bogo like a bullet vest
(aye)
get slumped like nyquil
holy grailed lil b-tch my sh-t on tidal
(aye)
thats facts no typo
these n-ggas full of sh-t need lypo
what yo stripes bro
my bank show that i’m goin viral
throw that b-tch no spiral
i’ll p-ss all my idols
(yuh yuh yuh)

- jaded jason

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