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letra de bijuu mode - javvy

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[verse 1: javvy]

this that high boy rhyme scheme
k!llin motherf-ckers you don’t want it with my team
horror movie ya’ll gon’ pay like you buy scream
b-tches on me like fat n-ggas on ice cream

my thought process chillin in a hospice
follow me like twitter n-gga im the trending topic
n-ggas better listen when i drop sh-t
cause i spit raw, clip draw cause apocalypse

i split heads from the shoulders call it divorce
i’m motherf-cking kwi gon jinn with the force
cs i endorse dm is the source
of these dope flows, sonning every n-gga in the north

stack pennies, nickels, dimes stack yen im the master
money come quick but these honey’s come faster
motherf-cking b-st-rd
pops ain’t around
im a king with this rap sh-t
try and take the crown

but my reign never ending, flex that katrina
i’m watching for the slackers like a motherf-cking teacher
stomp out the bus in my ripped up sneakers
lookin mad bummy but im colder than the freezer

treat a lame n-gga like goku did freiza
merk you
got no time for these merked dudes
spit so sick -cough- sick catch the bird flu
sh-t i could have been like you till my thirst grew n-gga

[chorus: javvy]

p-ss that fore you ash that
got the loud pack and the mac in my knapsack b-tch
slap back fore you catch that
where the cash at where the stacks at n-gga
x2

[verse 2: javvy]

(d-mn your boy high) higher than the eiffel
b-tch copped the stick then i’m blammin’ with the rifle
n-gga bad like michael
23 g hoes suckin’ thats lipo

gwan’ f-ck boy you ain’t nothing
me with nuff’ badmon boy get to cuttin’
before you getting bottled by this 40 i be clutchin
imma call it bottle service so you better get to duckin’

young fly n-gga still fried and im flexin’ intricate patterns in my mind when im trippin’
never seeing right, seen light through nine prisms
i spark that loud strip dimes and pine kitten

hold up my n-gga whats cooking in my kitchen?
them sh-tty mc rappers decline when im spitting
sh-tty mc rappers is pie they all light work
tight skirt b-tches p-ssy pop and i ignite purp

lines lines lines my eyes the trifecta
chakras all in line with my center
yall just actin’ im the director
im big poppa yall just my step sons

mind gone b-tch, my mind gone astral
found god in myself, seen life on different axles
settled for a queen so hoes think im an -ssh0l-
my eyes set on cuban links b-tch call me castro

castrate a n-gga if he talking sh-t
n-ggas hating on my life, but my lifes a b-tch
f-ck swag, check the st–z im nice as sh-t
h-lla’ high, h-lla’ high when i light the spliff

cause i chop down tree to burn it all in the backwoods
behind me a trail of papes and blunt wrappers
spastic dont want sh-t with suss rappers
leavin’ them with broken necks and skull fractures b-tch

[chorus]

- javvy

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