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letra de psa (intro) - ja'i di'nero

aye, aye
can’t you tell we gettin’ money ’round here?
not a circus ain’t no clowns round here (at all)
you get lost , you get found ’round here ’cause we don’t like new crowds ’round here (for real for real)
whatever i’m driving it gotta be s-xy, that b-tch gotta be surround-sound loud yeah (skrrrrr)
i’m the king check the crown out yeah
and turn that frown upside down now yeah (ughh)
aye, we pop out to yo city f-ck sh-t up (b-tch)
and you know we got them bl!cks with us (for real)
you ain’t think what we rap be for real huh? (uh huh)
that means if you run up you get k!lled huh? (uh huh)
got the juice gotta keep me a steele one (uh huh)
beat yo ass and treat you like a lil one (b-tch)
make a n-gga feel like he my real son (aye)
okay yeah i been quiet whatever, whatever but listen to this public service announcement
tired of all the f-ckin’ plays goin’ to weak n-ggas with names just because they clouted
knowin’ d-mn well that you don’t like it but since that’s yo homie you sit and be quiet (you know d-mn well you don’t like it that sh-t be weak as h-ll, aye)
but f-ck all that, if my n-gga show me some whack best believe i’ma tell ’em about it (b-tch!)
b-tch you now nero c-c-cold but just watch how i heat it up
f-ck everybody if they don’t believe in us
can’t love a b-tch i’m too quick to delete a sl-t
came in two minutes she say i be teasin’ her (ugh, unn, ugh)
i can’t believe that lil n-gga was snitchin’, but no wonder why his mailbox was subpoena’d up
sacksquad for a reason racked up like serena ‘nem (sacksquad!)
they don’t understand how much that this sh-t mean to us
you know how i’m comin’, you know how i’m rockin’ (rockin’)
stealin’ my swag, you n-ggas be mockin’ (ugh)
she for the team, shorty be jockin’ (b-tch)
showed her my thing, she look astonished
you ain’t in yo bag, get on yo job p-ssy (p-ssy!)
you ain’t that hard p-ssy (aye!)
and you better stop actin’ like you god p-ssy
‘fore you get robbed p-ssy
man 1: aye aye aye, bro aye aye ain’t that that n-gga nero right there?
man 2: ah that sure is his ass
man 1: aw yeah, we on his ass aye aye aye come on, come on, come on
man 2: aye b-tch! aye! get over here
man 1: oh wait hold on foe he gotta gun foe aye aye
ja’i di’nero: yeah, ight (gunshot)

you say you with it but we don’t believe you
plastic ass n-gga i can see you see-through
honestly, i don’t give a f-ck what he do i’ll show a muhf-cka that he bleed too
you want a lesson or some?
you watchin’ and sh-t wanna see how a real ass g move
live and i learn lil n-gga done done h-lla sh-t in my life but i don’t need to redo (why!)
i need to know if you muhf-ckas hearin’ me am i makin’ any sense in this b-tch?
i ain’t heard n0body in minnesota as hot as me since prince been in this b-tch (nah, for real though, aye)
these n-ggas be fake, kim k b-tt
i left some n-ggas in 2015 i said f-ck ’em we still haven’t made up (haa!)
i’m still connected inside of that jungle we animals how you gon’ tame us?
i told lil bro i would buy ’em that phanton but nero gon’ f-ck with the range truck (skrt)
i hope you mean it when you say you bleed it and you get to throwin’ them gangs up
dropped out of school but i’m smart how i move i persuade her to givin’ that brain up (on foe nem!)
shorty so thick in them muhf-ckin’ yoga pants she shaped like abella danger

(sacksquad!)

if it’s on me you know that it’s real i can’t wear nothing fake i start breakin’ out and sh-t
i remember my teachers threw me all them jinxes tellin’ me i wouldn’t amount to sh-t (uh huh, uh huh)
now a n-gga just trying get a house and sh-t
cannot wait ’til i get the fam out this b-tch
all my n-ggas been workin’ gettin flooded with money it’s starting to get hard to count the sh-t (uh huh, uh huh!)

- jai dinero

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