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letra de chaos city - jay amo

[verse 1: jay amo]
yo, likkle man, don’t ask amm for 3.5
cuh you know i’ll just wile out in the place
smash that face, cuh you know
ammi don’t watch no d-ckheads
bet you thought i was gonna say face
hold tight ace, hold tight splurt
hold tight face
run up on pagans on my js
do my dirt, then buss case
thought you was blessed with the amm but you’re not
any funny guy that tries p-ss me off
will get headlocked and left at the docks
don’t care ’bout your team, don’t care ’bout your block
don’t give a f-ck since i’ve come out of bin
if i can’t bun your parents, i’ll bun your next of kin
never got roughed on the front line
bet you thought i was gonna say wing

[verse 2: marger]
still around packs (abs)
on these roads (cabs)
did ’nuff gears in rags
rich ain’t in my vocab
what you know about bags
upon bags and bags upon bags?
what we stash and tax and these gash
spent racks and packs to buy flats
and really, ahh
you got me on one like a wheelie
these man go point when they see me
i was on tv like a series
now i’m back with the work, no cv
dem man try do me like jay-z did beenie
raised real so i’ve never been needy
violate? bun man’s skin like tea tree

[verse 3: wax]
it’s like nowadays, every mc wanna act up
i never came with the ba-dum-ba-dum
i came with shaolin fists, you’ll get smacked up
man said he’s got sh-lls on the rave
who got this little boy g-ssed up?
if i put heat in your face
sh-t can get as deep as my blade
you’ll be on the floor all fr-ss
my team paid
new york yankees the way we roll with bags
you ain’t wielding a hammer like thor, praise to the lord
you ain’t got rhythm or gash
where have you been?
like they’ve never seen wax
but i’m still ot, chilling with the mandem
i was on my block with the steak and mash

[verse 4: pk]
dem man said they’re in love with the coco
d-ckheads, dem man are crackheads
say they’re from the uk but they won’t back it, pagans
say they don’t like our music, aight, then
camden styley when i tell a man you better
suck your mum for man are from london
dem man are shook, can’t come to the dungeon
and i know breddas from south
if i clap man down, no talk, that’s end of discussion
don’t make me call for the lyrical gaffer (ls)
whack man’s head like tennis
bad ombré, you know me, that menace
from a yout man, man’s always been off my head
so man better call my chemist
i’m not shook, you know mi not jelly
i’m not shook, you know me, i’m ready

[verse 5: big zuu]
don’t get g-ssed, don’t beg it
i could be in the corner sleeping
mandem will still say “dj, edge it”
cuh if you ain’t levs, you’ll feel my presence
i’ve just started
but i swear on my life, we will soon be legends
and if you ain’t involved
then man like you can keep it stepping
it’s bait that you’re more in denial
i’m suarez scoring goals
and you’re a little boy that’s out on trial
don’t get g-ssed, i have your girl moving cheeks
that’s more than a smile
your whole ep ain’t even close to the wav
of my 16 file
ever so grimy, ever so vile

- jay amo

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