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letra de 3 man weave - jaeychino

(d-mn, d-mn)
(uh, uh)

[verse]
this sh-t getting real gotta watch who you trust
[?]
cuz’ blowing sh-t up and he look like sudan
you n-ggas be broke as sh-t, stealing out pentagon
rap sh-t slow ‘imma wait for my time
i know she a hoe, she keep showing them signs
that boy saint lost i ain’t telling em sh-t
i seen the young n-gga cook up

[verse]
your man got hit he is not a survivor
i’m calling up gil when i need me a driver
don’t be like your man and get back for that p
this switch hype as sh-t it got adhd
doughboys tryna spin put that sh-t right on hold
he went down the sea and the young n-gga froze
car locked as sh-t this a john cena whip
don’t be like your man and cook up some
im dragging my nuts and not telling em sh-t
cuz’ geeking like sh-t to put one on they rip
keep banging s bro but he left you
2019 i was calling him nеphew
i remembеr them nights we was thumbing through bags
twelve deep wit lights, sh-t here they come got our tags
go get in that car and don’t scream at no phone
lil cuz’ did a bend and my youngin’ bout died
twelve on my line i’m like f-ck it
blowing my iron, i got low on a bucket
man, high speed chase better hope i don’t crash
n-ggas be fifteen, doing the dash
i ain’t saying no names but the young n-gga fast
if sh-t get wicked i’ma hop out the uber
33 bang bang feel like kyle kuzma
man, rell got thunder we call this sh-t super
(d-mn)
[verse]
diddy the driver, gil gone hop out and hit
i’m bussing my iron ain’t showing no glitch
meek yelling 9k, telling him sh-t
how you got aim but you hit up the wrong whip?
b-tches on us and they acting like squirrels
cross a n-gga up like i’m playing for new orleans

[verse]
now n-gga we good, cause diddy a driver
opp got spanked couldn’t make it to casa
these n-ggas be broke as sh-t go get a job
you n-ggas ain’t fix sh-t where is your rod
remember late nights me and mark in that v
n-ggas run when i’m blowing that p down the street
the boy tried to run, he didn’t have fast feet
throwing a party we slid into u street

[verse]
d-mn, you gotta have money to come in the section
dog in my pants i’m a walking erection
riding in black trucks feel like the president
youngin’ salute me i feel like a veteran

- jaeychino

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