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letra de one mic freestyle - jah woo

[intro]
that’s what i’m talkin’ about, that’s why he’s the mvp
that’s why he’s the g.o.a.t, the g.o.a.t (24 is the g.o.a.t)
all the opps need to get the f-ck off my d-ck
chee, chee on the beat
gdk
did vrlprada make this?
f-ck lu (jah woo)
aye, nxxre

[chorus]
i pop me three yellows, i feel like the pac man
we gon’ shoot til’ he drop, ain’t no need for a casket (he dead)
got the gears, you can call me the batman
i spin in the night, only plan was to clap ’em
when i’m steppin’ outside, i make sure i got g
jah woo duckin’? n-gga, couldn’t be
i’m pluckin’ the opps like them n-ggas was fleas
get the f-ck off our d-ck and stop mentioning t

[verse]
(jah woo be duckin’? n-gga, never)
since they all wanna link up, we makin’ them severed
them n-ggas get shot if they [?]
i took too much ls tryna hit me a mil’
i was down on my ass, you don’t know how it feel
sh-t get real, this not a drill
shiek got the v, so we go to the hill
catch yus, we gon’ wack ’em
stupid lil’ dissin’ n-gga, we gon’ clap ’em
gee baby 5, we gon’ make sure we pack ’em
reefy a [?], we gon’ dig up his casket
if i’m spinnin’ with tucks, just dig up your grave
oh he thinkin’ he tough? bullets comin’ your way
i’m jackin’ these n-ggas, don’t care if they [?]
i done popped me a perc, ain’t no way to escape
oh my god, what happened to melly?
stupid d-ckhead should have got in a telly
nick had got k!lled, where the f-ck was his bestie?
pass me the twin, he got popped like a cherry
lefty got hit and got stuck in the whirlwind
n-ggas been dying, it feel like the purge, b-tch
reverse the v, we gon’ see who in-
reverse the v we gon’ see who in [?]
hop out, lurkin’, don’t move nervous
hollows, serve ’em, we gon’ burn ’em
close his curtain, gettin’ insurgence
c2, i’m swervin’, we been splurgin’
i been urgin’ to catch me a blixk
we was spinnin’ they block, like it was a disc (gdk)
but the ds on my d-ck tryna stop me in [?]
[chorus]
i pop me three yellows, i feel like the pac man
we gon’ shoot til’ he drop, ain’t no need for a casket (he dead)
got the gears, you can call me the batman
i spin in the night, only plan was to clap ’em
when i’m steppin’ outside, i make sure i got g
jah woo duckin’? n-gga, couldn’t be
i’m pluckin’ the opps like them n-ggas was fleas
get the f-ck off our d-ck and stop mentioning t

- jah woo

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