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letra de radiofriendly - jakki the motamouth

[verse 1]
yeah, uh huh, motamouth the name, produced the fear
i’m too severe, steal your ass like i’m boosting your rear
let me put you onto what i think about most rap cliques
if them n-ggas ain’t down with us, they ain’t jack sh-t
my team practice bad tactics
do not believe for a second i won’t jack chicks
i’m an alcoholic for life, i’m drinkin’ ’til my health’s finished
and still gaining b-tches weekly at the health clinic
i battle dictionaries, k!ll they words
your free style ain’t sh-t to my sk!ll reserve
now feeling these nerves that populate the underground circuit
spitting too many words in their bars and sound worthless
you got chips, and it’s great that you boast
n-gga, your money’s like b-tter, i’ll take it with toast
no morals mean i’ll choke your reverend
believe we beyond dope, megahertz blow up like coke in heaven
n-gga, you was getting in me, but i handled your verse
turn the tables like jesus in a gambling church
y’all are not sh-t to me, i’ll split your st–z
thug n-ggas call ’em mommies, but they b-tches to me
(hey man, you had a couple drinks, man?)
yeah, i had a couple shots, maybe one or two
the b-tch was getting loud, that’s why i whooped her ass in front of you
the name’s jakki, might as well grab your heater
’cause i’m the conclusive proof your baby’s mama is a cheater
if you the type don’t like to be punched with a mic
or knives stuck in your life, then
[chorus]
you should not f-ck with motamouth
if you want a radio-friendly rapper, then
you should not f-ck with motamouth
if you don’t wanna chill with a hater, then
you should not f-ck with motamouth
if you throwin’ a party and don’t wanna get robbed
you should not f-ck with mota

[verse 2]
i’m your fake-ass boy, act like i’m down with you
behind your back, around another crowd, i’m clownin’ you
let’s get it straight, i been a vet
n-gga, if you dope, then i’m a better drug that ain’t been invented yet
i’ll smack this kitten
you wack as h-ll, when you rap, you too on track, at least you could’ve hid the fact it’s written
you tried to spar
like bob dole’s p-n-s without v–gr- trying to f-ck, you tried too hard
you old school, dissing my crew, your mouth’s rated
i took out more b-tches than you, which means you’re outdated
ain’t no thugs in the place
so keep talking about your gun, i’ll smash your jaw like i’m f-cking your face
i’ll burn you to a crisp, i’m a magician, my first trick
point a nine at you and turn you to a bich
jakki the motamouth, lethal, evil, i hate people
and don’t consider anyone my equal
f-ck chickens, better check your dame
’cause i like to punch b-tches that reject my game
you lame, you got heat, my aim is the best
you smart, you came with a vest
unfortunately, i don’t aim for the chest
a demon in the flesh, n-gga, i’m the best to hate
catch me at your church stealing loot out of collection plates
jakki the mota spit disease, leave the rest for dead
n-gga, especially you’ll fall off like a leper’s leg
if you don’t like to kick it with a cat
that’ll spit behind your back to your chick
[chorus]
you should not f-ck with motamouth
if you want a radio-friendly rapper, then
you should not f-ck with motamouth
if you don’t wanna chill with a hater, then
you should not f-ck with motamouth
if you throwin’ a party and don’t wanna get robbed
you should not f-ck with mota

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- jakki the motamouth

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