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letra de hungry man - jamwayne

[verse 1]
yeah, this i expect you to understand me i stand over you
original plan, don’t play by the rules
you do what you can, me what i want to
i’m a plant that seed then can what i grew
ain’t no stan, it’s jam in the booth
gon’ check my stance, sucker dare you to move
i’ll bust down on you like here come the boom
oh, do-da-do-do-do-do
oh, let’s go, mic check 1-2
might wreck 3-4 when i walk through the door
cuz ol’ bo’ know jambo know too
i’m a old soul down a old dirt road pull up
fire up the grill, what it is pork chop
ice cold beer, a few cheers for the peers
every that be laid in the spot with a grass rooftop
can’t stop till we be that gotta bounce back
go hard till we senile floatin’ kayaks
stay strapped cuz i bе the wild see the pirate
pеn whippin’ up dope notepad pyrex
note this bust in and bet you get bit
get past that beast and bet you get hit
them hollow tips miss somehow you slip in
two thumbs to the eye boy you ain’t seen sh-t

[chorus 2x]
let the fun begin, you better run from them
got payments due and i collect the rent
got check to sign, gon’ pass the pen
payback’s a bish, gon’ reel it in
with a big old grin gon’ snap a pic
toss her back with a splash she get
unless of course i catch your ass again
i’ll fry you up and feed the hungry man
[verse 2]
yeah, you fishnet see through
real fella gon’ smell a fake fella like you
pop pills every day, any mask you choose
make you feel safe but you can’t hide dude
i’m gonna catch your scent like canines do
wreck cuz i meant to fight club moves
bet every thing you want me to lose
don’t believe in me, guess what i do
ewe, you stink like sh-t on shoes
that neck get checked by high tech goon
retrospect lookin’ back at you
god bless your death, be quick and soon
vroom, heart frozen, elsa-elsa
been many moons and our love still swoon
swam many poons, got a spoon in the backpack
be right back on a trip to the moon
gone cuz he relapsed, never bounce back
went flat and he laid back in the casket
that’s facts if you play that, i know you ain’t sl!ck
calcutta with a hook set reel in b-tch
that’s dinner for the fam, lord blessin’ these kids
mama cook it up, make you smackin’ your lips
cracker man sauce kind of flavor is this
that’s made from the blood of the ones that i k!lled
[chorus 2x]

- jamwayne

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