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letra de welcome to my life - jake hill

[verse 1: jake hill]
i keep that creatine on my night stand
and my cell phone in my right hand
that pokemon go hard enough
i don’t even need a god d-mn hype man
i keep bleach wipes for my counter top
gotta keep it clean when i bring the thots
all the b-tches scream when they see my c-ck
cause it’s small as f-ck and my nuts ain’t dropped
i go to sleep around 3 am and i gotta be at work around 1 pm
i gotta pay the bills i can’t be f-ckin around i don’t be popping
they pills they only bringing you down
i really hate my ex it still f-cks me up
its been like 3 months since i got a nut
there’s no b-tches in my sh-tty town
got me lookin on that tinder but ain’t none around

i got that 38 on my hip but i got a permit
anybody breaking in they gonna be burning they gonna
wish they never met me cause my trigger finger heavy
if you thinking about f-cking with me come on in ready
i’ll f-ck you up and put you in a coffin cause there ain’t no stopping me
intervention, barret 50 cal is in my armory, 1v1 me you gon’ see who the
quick scope king is, head shot feeding (wha)
california on my mind, i must be dreaming (wha)
f-ckin’ sick of alabama i am leaving (wha)
there ain’t sh-t to do here but go to the movies (wha)
but i ain’t got the money to go to the movies (wha)

5 miles over the speed limit cause i ain’t
tryna get no mother f-cking speed ticket
i got a clean record and i wanna keep it that way
i can watch twilight part 2 all day
got a red bandanna tied around my neck
cause team valor in this b-tch gonna leave em dead
you wanna f-ck with my gym gonna get the dirt
pikachu psyduck f-ck em up the worst

my belt on my wait no tattoos on my face
and i check on my puppies put food on their plate
i shoot my gun only when i’m on the range and i
help out the homeless when they need some change
i’m not h0m-phobic don’t care if you’re g-y
just don’t put your d-ck near me and we’ll be ok
talk sh-t about me but that’s ok cause when you
see me in public got nothing to say

f-ck what you’re saying i don’t give a f-ck about it
talk all the sh-t you want i’ll navigate around it
crossing out your name you don’t deserve the recognition
i don’t got a lot of followers but you ain’t even got sh-t
anyways back to the story how i’m living i got pizza
in the oven, i can smell it from the kitchen
it ain’t relevant to tell you but i might as well
because you know i love the pizza think about it 24/7

i don’t believe in god, don’t believe in a heaven
if he was really real then what the f-ck was up with 9/11
explain that give me true facts no bullsh-t cause i’m sick of that
i like bulldogs and i hate cats but i would never hurt a kitty i
ain’t like that
i like cereal and milk in the night time, fruit loops lucky charms
it’s the right time

yeah

[verse 2: lil pinecone]
b-tches wanna act up i got my stacks up and im masked up
f-ck with me get blasted up, yo b-tch tryna f-ck but i p-ssed it up
she a broke hoe she a gold digger
slap her with the d-ck call me hoe hitter
lil pinecone a cold spitter
my chain big it could be bigger
blowing loud out the foreign coupe
my safety off and i aint scared to shoot
see me in yo hood and you better salute
disrespect me ima step on your boots
you f-cking with a k!ller right now
wanna try me ima pull up at yo house
im pushing the work, im doing the dirt
a grand for a shirt and the money come first

[skit: jake hill, lil pinecone]
ay, err come here and do these lyrics. i can’t rap as fast as you can
i’m not, i’m not gonna do your part what do you mean you can’t do it?
man just do it come look
i am not about to say that wtf, i don’t even do any of that sh-t why..
just do it b-tch god d-mn

[verse 3: jake hill]
f-ck it
rolling up the weed i got some purple with no seed
i bag it up and push the work and you ain’t bout to get it cheap
trapping out the chevy lean has got me moving heavy
sipping on some hennessy i keep the burner in the seat
i keep some clips on me don’t try me i’m sorry
don’t conversate with me don’t talk to police
i’m popping a xanny take shots at you granny
the sks dropping em like yo girls panties

[outro]
ooh sh-t you got the hood p-ss now
dj bootyb-tt ain’t no b-tch no more

i, i don’t want no hood p-ss

- jake hill

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