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letra de inferno - jamar rose

[intro: walnutgod]
ay, yuh, b-tch, ok, ay, b-tch

[verse 1: walnutgod]
hop out the foreign, get knocked off the grid
smacked with the ruger, you tasting the clip
that’s how we do, yeah, my choppa azula
blue fire at his face, now he burn to a crisp
there ain’t no question who running this sh-t
that boy be ducking the smoke, got me p-ssed
give a f-ck ’bout no hob, but this chop finna blow off his
top if he talk on the gang once again
red dot on me, when i shoot it’s gon’ wait
red dot on me, mean i shoot with precision
choppa knock him, take his top if he dissing
choke your gang, and then we docking his sh-t in
if we talking on gang, then we out on a mission
this glock to his skull, bro, hе c-cking the smith and
big shots from my glock like my drops, i ain’t missing
this shot get him rockеd if he dunk with the pigeons
man, forget that chatting sh-t
we gon’ talk while i reach where the ratchet is
and the kid got the pole, i ain’t passing it
glock, he lifting ’em up like an activist
talk all that sh-t, he get smacked with this straight
got this hundred round jump, boy, he smacking his face
you should know i’mma problem when blasting this k
we gon’ run through his loot, he forsaking its safe
[verse 2: gal!ckz]
you a b-tch
i’m always swinging my fist
and if he be talking sh-t
the shotty gon’ make him flip
i body ’em with the clips
you try me, then you get ripped
i make him walk with a limp
and now he move like a crip
i’m not leaving a trace
now he leak in the face
it’s uneven to play
while i’m sneaking your gang
he getting murked with the hands
apollo creed in the face
i really know i’m the man
watch how i’m leaving the place
wait, ain’t no jid, i shoot at the ground and make him a dancer
shawty put my wood in her mouth, i call her a panda
black out on a p-ssy, and i ain’t talking ’bout panther
if you got a problem, this forty give you some answers
you stepping in the realm of a rose and two deities
i’m chilling with my homies all while i’m sipping on hibiki
we carrying the game on our back, we doing it easily
i’m finna up the piece, and my choppa see people equally
[verse 3: jamar rose]
my choppa don’t see sh-t at all, it just shoot
if i take off his head, then i’m dropping the roof
if he dissing, his body not leaving the booth
we outside the crib while we looking for you
who, huh, what
who you n-ggas tryna battle, i leave him out by the cattle
this a different type of beef, and they hopping up on the saddle
you n-ggas is d-ckriders, the beat is gon’ get you rattled
there is no evidence that my boy stay in your settlement
’cause they look nothing but sediment
i had to step in and show all these n-ggas i’m relevant
biggest in the room like an elephant
hop in the game and i’m pressing it, combo breaker
hundred hit combo, finna meet your maker
send that boy down to h-ll, i’mma see you later
tryna cook, lil’ dude, you is not no baker

- jamar rose

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