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letra de mordecai and rigby - jamelly

[intro: jamelly]
let’s get it, n-gga
i’m turning up
yeah, i got yo hoes wit us
only bros, i trust

[chorus]
you want these bullets, i’ll stream it to yo house
i’ll walk up in yo crib and f-ck yo spose on the couch
n-gga, after i’m done, she gon walk wit a slouch
and, yo n-gga a rat, he a walkable, talkable mouse

[verse 1: jamelly]
look, when we say “i don’t like you” n-gga, we mean it
what i say? ion mean to hurt yo feelings
when i tell you “don’t worry” yes, best believe it
nothing hits harder than the motherf-cking cement
nothing feels better than an achievment
you can reach your goals with persеverance
you can lead a cow to watеr, but can’t you make her drink it, n-gga leave it
i don’t give a f-ck bout no p-ssy or no celvage
all these hoes, godd-mn deceiving
b-tch talking sh-t, but her ass built like a wideback receiver
huh, n-gga what, n-gga

[verse 2: kodiene]
she more of a tight end
n-ggas keep f-cking with me, i’mma show him a dead end
me and yo b-tch, n-gga
yeah, we best friends
beat the b-tch five times, then i broke her back in
so many darkskins on my d-ck, cause i’m light skin
n-gga gave me the wrong car, with the f-cking wrong benz
i can show you windex and i can show you turbulence
(clap clap clap clap clap) that’s the turbulence
(clap clap clap clap clap) that’s the turbulence
(clap clap clap clap clap) that’s the turbulence
[verse 3: jamelly]
n-gga you know, it’s me, i’m one of a kind
there ain’t no n-gga like me, so you gotta combine
you can’t be like, n-gga you wasting yo time
b-tch, you sour, ohhhh like lemon lime
me and kodiene, on that type of time
running round yo d-mn city wit a land mine
we’ve been on downtime, so we gotta shine
gotta shine like, i’ve been inna mine (holdon)
when she see, i’m always on her mind
put the d-ck in her spine
she said, you can be mine
i said, not too long, baby, i’m onna grind
shots to his eye, look like he tax stone
i’m short, but my racks just got overgrown
my style baggy clothes like, i came out the snow
rocking my shii wit the tags, like i came out the store

[verse 4: kodiene]
i’m struggliing in suburbs, n-gga where my noodles at?
fat b-tch couldn’t make it to the fridge so she broke the bridge
got paranoid, cause i saw a whole bunch of black people
took a sped n-gga 5pc wing, i felt evil
f-ck this n-gga b-tch, i told him close the door
know that n-gga mad, cause i saw him cry in the car
just witnessed, a n-gga lose all his friends over a btich
rather crash and burn in a plane, cause jet a b-tch

- jamelly

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