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letra de the era - jarren benton

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[verse 1]
uh, b-tch i’m on a paper chase
blade underneath the bait
shut up b-tch and eat the cake
my little n-ggas squeeze the ‘k
i don’t like the way the yeezy’s 350’s fit me
i know g’s in mississippi, b-tches sippin’ [?] with me
paint the sky with brain matter
whip the foreign like a slave master
the wraith way faster, haters throwing shade at you
bad hoes, tanning on the patio
i go pistachio for the dough and the flashy clothes
i fly like a harlem n-gga, i need all them figures
you know the guy to call a n-gga if i got a problem with you
give me two feet, these n-ggas too sweet
i’m with my b-tch at the boutiques
every week cos she a shoe freak
yeah, i break bread while my n-ggas shake feds
my iced up braclet, they washed up like k. fed
hasta luego, was jealous cos drake was f-cking with j. lo
og bobby j put the barrel in the potato

[hook: ness lee]
i’m not from a era with no motherf-cking clowns
no i come from a era where you had to hold it down
and if you couldn’t spit it when you did it then the realest wouldn’t let you come around, let you come around
no i’m not with them weirdo rapper that rock them gowns
and all that f-ck sh-t that misrepresent the town
i’m from that cuban link chain and solid gold fangs
you know it when you hear the sound (hey, hey)
[verse 2]
i’m tryna f-ck a pop star before i’m 40
getting money like i’m berry gordy
only women at every orgy these wh0res adore me
pouring 40’s for all my n-ggas in the dirt
b-tches sniff a ball of white i told her stick that in your purse
[?] spoiled with luxury gifts, f-ck with me b-tch
keep on sucking this d-ck, you get a luxury six (sike)
they suffered in the reagan era, it was blatant terror
camouflaged hoodies out in cuba like i’m che guevara
i’m just a southern n-gga with a queens flow
vintage supreme coats, can’t talk if your team broke, listen
n-ggas that prey on him i pray for them
metal to your cranium i’m sailing the mediterranean
bumping old [?] money like old jews
never did sh-t for me so b-tch i don’t owe you
ay listen, razor in my mouth like pac on the court
my n-gga just popped out the court
so now we poppin the court

[hook: ness lee]
i’m not from a era with no motherf-cking clowns
no i come from a era where you had to hold it down
and if you couldn’t spit it when you did it then the realest wouldn’t let you come around, let you come around
no i’m not with them weirdo rapper that rock them gowns
and all that f-ck sh-t that misrepresent the town
i’m from that cuban link chain and solid gold fangs
you know it when you hear the sound (hey, hey)

- jarren benton

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