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letra de fake ps - jaeychino

[verse: st6 jodyboof & jaeychino]
i’m riding with jaey, i know we gon’ blow
we the last in this sh-t, bro really the hope
my tris’ like the cleaners, this sh-t like some soap
black truck with them shooters, i feel like the pope
just got on my flight, i done caught me a load
on the way to the show, b-tch i’m clutching my pole
don’t call my phone if it ain’t more than a lamb’
man, free all the men locked up doing overtime
n-ggas riding the wave, can’t keep up with the flow
it take seven days get my sh-t back on glow
if you reach, i’ma teach with this p in my coat
i really be weefing, i’m in love with thе smoke
in the spot with the aunt, shе in love with the blow
he got hit with that sh-t, made his ass do the woah
salute to the navy, i ride with them bombs
keep popping fake pills, won’t go out like quan
i’m scoring on pints, got a line on the drank
i just laced up for sliding like i’m at the rink
i was tapping that b-tch and i ain’t even blink
just popped me a ten now i can’t even think
he got hit with that sh-t, it turned your n-gga pink
bro serving them b-tter, he left sh-t in the sink
got hit with that glock, i don’t even gotta wink
it’s two in the morning, i’m looking for drink
i’m nodding off drank, b-tch i feel like i’m lucki
bro scored on some tris’ now we hitting the dougie
i pop out the cut, now their whole hood screaming
[?] back home, he the real young demon
i really got money, i ain’t doing no faking
your man got clipped and it just started raining
i’m the hope in this sh-t, i ain’t saying i’m famous
they all on my d-ck ’cause a n-gga done made it
[verse: st6 jodyboof & jaeychino]
i’m riding with jaey, i know we gon’ blow
we the last in this sh-t, bro really the hope
my tris’ like the cleaners, this sh-t like some soap
black truck with them shooters, i feel like the pope
just got on my flight, i done caught me a load
on the way to the show, b-tch i’m clutching my pole
don’t call my phone if it ain’t more than a lamb’
man, free all the men locked up doing overtime
n-ggas riding the wave, can’t keep up with the flow
it take seven days get my sh-t back on glow
if you reach, i’ma teach with this p in my coat
i really be weefing, i’m in love with the smoke
in the spot with the aunt, she in love with the bl—
he got hit with that sh-t, made his ass do the woah
salute to the navy, i ride with them bo—
keep popping fake pills, won’t go out like quan
i’m scoring on pints, got a line on the drank
i just laced up for sliding like i’m at the rink
i was tapping that b-tch and i ain’t even blink
just popped me a ten now i can’t even think
he got hit with that sh-t, it turned your n-gga pink
bro serving them b-tter, he left sh-t in the sink
got hit with that glock, i don’t even gotta wink
it’s two in the morning, i’m looking for drink
i’m nodding off drank, b-tch i feel like i’m lucki
bro scored on some tris’ now we hitting the dougie
i pop out the cut, now their whole hood screaming
[?] back home, he the real young demon
i really got money, i ain’t doing no faking
your man got clipped and it just started raining
i’m the hope in this sh-t, i ain’t saying i’m famous
they all on my d-ck ’cause a n-gga done made it

- jaeychino

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