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letra de im bout to - jamar rose

[chorus: jamar rose]
i’m ’bout to slide real quick
keep that turbo on my hip
keep that d-ck all in my b-tch
let her drive ’cause she like stick
oh, d-mn, don’t blame me
you wanted static, f-cked around and got shocked
i’m ’bout to uh, i’m ’bout to uh
i’m ’bout to uh, i’m ’bout to uh
i’m ’bout to slide street sweep my block
he claim he the key, but ain’t breaking my lock
that boy caught a body, i do it a lot
we dumping them off, then we letting them rot
the crowd get to jumping, we up in the spot
we dumping the clip, give them all that we got
it sound like grah grah grah
and we never gon’ stop

[verse 1: jamar rose]
i keep thirty, uh
put a whole in one, no birdie, uh
b-tch wanna ask if i’m nerdy, uh
nineanime – i’m dirty, uh
told that girl bring me that coochie juicy
i’mma beat the cat like luffy, lucci
thinking you better, dummy, goofy
made in heaven – i feel like pucci
d-mn, what, step to the gang and it’s up
i can tell you never did enough, get to spinning, not a bluff
left him to the side, he looking rough
you ain’t met a n-gga this tough, d-mn, what
i’m ’bout to end it in one shot
but you should known once i go, then i can’t stop
i’mma keep going ’till that n-gga blackout
fall down, pass out!
[verse 2: gal!ckz]
headshot, i put everything on the line like it’s spec ops
he like daredevil, he gonna see the red dot
sh-t is finna really go down like it’s bedrock
now i’m getting p-ssed off
b-tch, i’mma big dog, you finna meet your fate
stay with a big chop – i’m playing gta
eating like rick ross, drippy like kisame
you better get lost, or you won’t breathe today
ok, who you finna beat though?
i could put two rounds to his head, i call him vegito
if you get my crew on the track, it’s really a cheat code
b-tch, i always stay with the green, they calling me c-lo
and when i leave out the house, i’m needing all my weapons
my temper can go from three to an eleven
you wanna know how i’m beating all these peasants
’cause i always keep a nina like it’s tekken

[verse 3: jamar rose]
and i’mma bring the tech in spraying nina
the b-tches seeing stars – rosalina
this dog finna bark – shoutout kiba
hands or the glock, he get either
if she ain’t giving top, i don’t need her
final fantasy – i need a tifa
feel like herobrine, you a creeper
raise the temperature, break the meter
walk up in the class with a ruler
you ain’t learning sh-t, need a tutor
l right to his forehead, he a loser
hands’ll get him gone like i’m k-ma
sh-tty ass n-ggas you manure
stomped out looking like a koopa
or i just hit him with the hands
muda muda muda muda muda
[verse 4: gal!ckz]
he catching big rounds, no ak-ma
watch how i get down with the ruger
you bring your b-tch ’round, you gon’ lose her
you in some sh-t, now i got shooters
look, now i’m gon’ be shooting the chopper
’cause you is a problem, and really it’s hakuna matata
’cause who is gon’ stop us, it’s looking like you losing your mana
got two for an opp, but i’ll let the n-gga choose how i off him
now godd-mn, your team see they all got slammed
my team, man, they all got jams, you get caught on cam
i got dawgs that’ll maul all clans
they get offed if i fought y’all mans, you get dropped, ah d-mn
don’t make me spazz ’cause i’m about to
don’t need no help, i’ll do this sh-t without you
you get me mad, you’ll see what it amounts to
my music finna blow – no chiaotzu

- jamar rose

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