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letra de who dat? - jaxisonline!

[chorus]
product of poverty, still was a prodigy
honestly, consequences never bothered me
sh-t isn’t hard to see, walk a mile in these black forces while blasting
that carter iii
i think they on to me, f-ck
can’t run fast cause i’m too fat
pockets too skinny, this sh-t too wack
don’t f-ck with parties, this sh-t too packed
when i walk in that sh-t they like “who that?”
b-tch i’m me, “what’s that on your shirt?”
oh sh-t i’m bleeding
wake up oh sh-t i’m dreaming
then i hear screaming
nothing to believe in

[verse]
think i’ma leave this house for the weekend
hang with my bros we turn into demons
i pack my mask in my bag, and start fleeing
i don’t look back, i look forward to stealing
might stеal a ho, but i could never slay her
might takе a man when i’m feeling g-yer
thought i was g-y and they got half credit
f-cked that b-tch that i met at the rager
still a minor but i’m feeling major
emos love my songs, cause my flow sharp, razor
got that b-tch facing backwards, mater
moving to florida, but not to the gators
i’ma go hard right now not later
all black fit i feel like darth vader
all black heart cause my exes traitors
x’ed them out, pop x im faded
don’t trust a soul ’cause my soul too jaded
can’t f-ck a white b-tch in case we related
i need a goth b-tch, half-jamaican
lived in j-pan but i’m not even asian
not even anything, i have no sense of identity
i don’t know what’s gotten into me
and i look just like i’m kenny beats
if he ate too many onion rings
i took a break cause i’m up to things
swear my ex obsessed with f-cking me
other ex obsessed with dumping me
other ex obsessed with stalking me
so i just don’t f-ck with talking things
out, f-ck all your clout
i don’t need views, i know what i’m about
blow up just to pay debt that ill owe
and if i’m lucky put mom in a house
then teach the kids that they can make it out
and teach those kids not to switch up on a day one
f-ck feelin salty i think imma pray for ’em
if you like the chains i got, thank you i paid for ’em
f-ck going off beats, this time imma stay on ’em
{chorus]
product of poverty, still was a prodigy
honestly, consequences never bothered me
sh-t isn’t hard to see, walk a mile in these black forces while blasting that carter iii
i think they on to me, f-ck
can’t run fast cause i’m too fat
pockets too skinny, this sh-t too wack
don’t f-ck with parties, this sh-t too packed
when i walk in that sh-t they like “who that?”
b-tch i’m me, “what’s that on your shirt?”
oh sh-t i’m bleeding
wake up oh sh-t i’m dreaming
then i hear screaming
nothing to believe in

- jaxisonline

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