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letra de fresh bait - jay gudda

[intro]

[verse 1: jay gudda]
i dumped every ex, i don’t tell em’ why
if that b-tch a bird, i can’t let it fly
all these rappers sweet like cherry pie
i don’t know if i should let em’ live or just let em’ die
ugh, all i see is p-ssy, man i swear to god
i’m getting head while i’m ahead, you don’t get a nod
since ’91 my mother’s son been living dennis rod
man i stay in and out the box like it’s been a job
i can’t show no mercy, i still want that lamborghini b-tch
f-ck who said they know me, b-tch my homies who you see me with
i go dunkin donuts ’til that hole got super creamy lips
sneaky b-tch, i know why you’re posting those bikini pics
beggars can’t be choosers, keep it moving baby
i see these people got less motive than excuses lately
and r.a. rugged would have loved if i was smoother maybe
but i don’t think n-body gets it’s how i do this baby
foolish thinking got me drinking out this cup of juice, sucker proof, f-ck a truce, i’m not doing nothing that these bluffers do
i hope if you’re sleeping than at least you’re getting comfortable
nothing new, if you’re sending shots, send a couple through

[hook: jay gudda] (2x)
fresh… bait, fresh… bait
at your neck… hey, give me neck… hey
she all wet… hey, i’m all net… hey
if i’m blessed… aye, i forget… hey

[verse 2: jay gudda]
holy sh-t, holy sh-t, my grandma always told me this
life is just a lonely trip, close your lips and hold your p-ss
red and black lumberjack, i’m on my mick foley sh-t
i can’t f-ck no bony b-tch, cold as ice i’m tony twist
alcohol, alcohol, all these hoes go pau gasol
bet your life who’s down to call, f-ck your wifey down your hall
in your crib i’m pounding walls, check that sh-t i’m down to ball
make amends, not revenge, i don’t like the sound at all
what a f-ckin’ view, ou, what a f-cking view
i can see they’re biting more than they can f-ckin’ chew
i ain’t fixing nothing, i just came to… and screw
this ain’t out the blue, this is cherry mountain dew
ou, you’re like tyronn lue in 2002
i’m like ’97 pippen, what the f-ck it do
life was getting sticky, i’m the one that stuck it through
who’da f-ckin’ knew, i’m the one that’s overdue
if i could tell the truth, i pray every day
god knows that i sin in almost every way
b-tch i’m running game each and every play
and i might k!ll sallie mae, like

[hook: jay gudda] (2x)
fresh… bait, fresh… bait
at your neck… hey, give me neck… hey
she all wet… hey, i’m all net… hey
if i’m blessed… aye, i forget… hey

[verse 3: jay gudda]
leeches everywhere, i see leeches everywhere
all these hammer heads are really teddy bears
i’m getting even, we ain’t never square
bone crusher, we ain’t never scared, ’til i see them heaven stairs
my b-tch forever shared, i ain’t never had my own
i could say what h-ll’s about, i don’t know no happy homes
my b-tch forever shared, i ain’t never had my own
but i know you’ll be glad i’m gone

- jay gudda

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