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letra de sewer - james joint

[intro]
you don’t know them astroboyz!

[verse 1: bev]
creeping out the gutter, i’m a motherf-cking soldier, said i’m gonna k!ll it what the f-ck i f-cking told ya, and i’m feeling oh so nice now, gotta f-cking get it so i gotta roll the dice now
i’m a fiend for the re up, never sippin syrup, drugs and sipping liquor hope the consequences clear up, talking to you buddy so you better put your ear up, listen, roll a f-cking dutch or a wood or a swisher, i’mma f-ck your friend or your cousin your sister, creep in the creek and the sewer like splinter, i’ll take your life b-tch i’m colder than winter (burr)

[verse 2: jamesjoint47]
i can’t see sh-t the dope on the floor
i can’t smell sh-t the c0ke on my nose
i can’t feel sh-t the drugs got me numb
i can’t taste sh-t the tabs on my tongue
now i’m hearing the blast from a gun {gunshots}
i ain’t lackin you know i’m a pimp
bully yo -ss because yous a wimp, wimp, simp, d-ck is limp
shrimp, simp, you got skimped

[verse 3: bev]
on the corner smoking next to chiggy man i’m g-ssed up
yeah i’m fat like biggie but don’t ever bring the past up
everybody saying that they next but they last up
got em with they -ss up, hoping to get racked up, always asking “can i get a feature?” with your b-tch -ss, you should f-cking skip cl-ss, die and never come back, b-tch your f-cking man crush works at mcdonald’s
i’m right behind you, creeping i’mma find you, never mind can’t find you, with that f-cking body count, f-cked the whole team, how the f-ck they drag your body out (yeah aye)
like how the f-ck they drag your body out

[verse 4: jamesjoint47]
yeah uh
smoke a pack of the newports
insane drop bombs at the airport
they play my songs while i’m at court (f-ck 12)
time to escort hit you with the task force
eat my d-ck while i’m watching tv
all these rappers steal my flow cause they wanna be me
got your “[?]” in my bed and she kinda skeezy
don’t believe me come and see me
“[?]”
pozo loco
kiss my “[?]”
f-cking oto
ir al lote
you serote
real ese
f-cking hombro
no tomorrow
pop a bottle, full throttle, sip moscato

[outro: jamesjoint47]
that’s that wine b-tch
astro boys it’s our time b-tch
and if you ain’t know
now you f-cking do

{tv static}

- james joint

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