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letra de coppin a plea - jake strain

p-ssy
yeah
mother f-cker
yeah
yo

hook: x2
i heard you copped a plea by dropping my name
but nah dog y’all don’t want a f-cking problem with strain
cause i’m a beast
ill stay locked in a cage
yo i really got bars if you got what saying
yeah

verse 1:
yo you asked why i’m always up in the lab
i don’t know why the f-ck you got your head up your -ss
all i ever really needed was a pen and a pad
new tracks and i’m ready to rap
yo i’m the other lane ya ill beep when i p-ss
i can really slow it down or i’m spitting it fast
you can pick any beat from the stash
don’t delete you can keep if its trash
whats in the vault?
hands on my clique involved
bands when i’m in the mall
i just missed ya call sick of y’all
like why you on my d-ck and b-lls
sugar look like dog but it isn’t salt
y’all can hold the fame, i don’t hope to gain
never put my soul to shame
rather get a rope and hang
i don’t owe the game ya you know the name
and the flow is strain
in the lab while i’m rolling jane
ha
i think you mad cause the goal the same

verse 2:

yo i drove it like i stole it never crashed in a ditch
i was trapping out the back of the whip
that’s what trafficking is
never catch me with a half of a zip
i’m the big bad wolf the way i’m stashing the brick
poker face when i’m stacking my chips
ya i know why you mad
you thought the track was a diss
and i heard you through a shot
but it happened you missed
thought its just rap
get smacked with my fist
and i don’t need ya address
cause i’m smashing ya b-tch
that’s a low f-cking blow like a jab to ya rib
uh
no question i’m dope
and i can fend for my own
is what i said in the poem
yo i meant what i wrote
you thought death is a joke
if the enemy close
then i step on their toes
all ten in a row then go for the f-cking neck or the throat
then threaten to wrestle the coach
yo
is that a yes or a no ?

verse 3:

the only time you get a deal is dropping a statement
i was underground and i was locked in the bas-m-nt
how the h-ll you say that i’m not gonna make it
i’m on my job and you hate it
i’m a drug addict
making tracks up in the attic
where you girl sucked my d-ck and sucked at it
f-ggot
rap is mathematics break the 16 into fractions
if it’s beef get the automatic
yo my team down to ride and they buckled up
if you really wanna knuckle up
you need bus money here’s a couple bucks
you dumb as f-ck
smoked like some thunder f-ck
i think you mad cause you can’t f-ck with us
did my thang from burnt hills to hamilton
i been managing yeah ican handle em
so why the f-ck you not answering
had to get the ambulance
and now you froze up
like a manikin

aye

f-cking p-ssy

- jake strain

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