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letra de jumpout* - jaeychino & rrdame

[chorus: jaeychino]
i don’t gotta say sh-t, the money talk for me
i beat sh-t, i’m the young george foreman
i can’t lie, man, i’m scared of informants
only time i eat ass, when i’m hungry and h-rny
at navy right now, b-tch, i’m beatin’ the box
they ask for my name, i say, “johnny cox”
you look at me wrong, i’ma leave you in shock
on the phone all day, b-tch, i’m k!llin’, no plats

[verse 1: jaeychino]
out west and i’m gettin’ them bags, ’bout to be back home, got a five hour flight (uh)
on tour right now with your ho, she up in the bus rockin’ lil’ cuz mic’
we sittin’ back chillin’, just me and my homie
stop speakin’ on me, man, you n-ggas don’t know me
man, life gettin’ real, man, sh-t gettin’ different
ain’t been in thе spot, b-tch, i’m cpn living
jump out lookin’ sweet, sh-t lookin’ like prom
covid came, i ain’t make it to prom
you look at mе funny, you gettin’ disarmed
jody stay with some shades, he somethin’ like lil jon
man, i ain’t gon’ lie, man, i know i’m the hope
gotta stop dissin’ opps ’cause them young n-ggas broke
on paper right now, know that n-gga not linkin’
blow za’ every night, now my niece clothes reekin’
[chorus: jaeychino]
i don’t gotta say sh-t, the money talk for me
i beat sh-t, i’m the young george foreman
i can’t lie, man, i’m scared of informants
only time i eat ass, when i’m hungry and h-rny
at navy right now, b-tch, i’m beatin’ the box
they ask for my name, i say, “johnny cox” (double r, n-gga, frrat)
you look at me wrong, i’ma leave you in shock (bow)
on the phone all day, b-tch, i’m k!llin’, no plats

[verse 2: rrdame]
i been playin’ the block, i’m like joel embiid (frrat)
got connect out the bay, it’s a five hour flight (frrat, frrat)
‘chino scored on some tris, it’s gon’ be a good night (double r, n-gga)
n-ggas diss, but they be in before the street lights (frrat, mr. jump out the back, n-gga)
i could see all the hate through these arp sights
threw sh-t on the beat, man, i’m somethin’ like d-nice
got bg in that cell, might send him a k
i got paid from them bags, i ain’t shootin’ no dice (n-gga)
i got drank [?] my head, i got lice (n-gga)
i get high and i change my demeanor (n-gga)
i got locked for a lil’ misdemeanor (n-gga)
me and swish, we like martin and gina (n-gga)
feel like [?] when i walk out the cleaners
whip out drac’, made it sing like alicia
i put chief in my sheet and i turn to john cena
in the stu’ with lulreek, we walk in, smell like reefer

- jaeychino rrdame

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