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letra de tink - jay juice & 10ta lil a

[verse 1: jay juice & 10ta lil a]
any n-gga, i’d pop right in his top, b-tch, i’m bettin’ on it
b-tch, he don’t need that lil’ glock, he let me take it from him
purple jeans, we don’t rock ’em, now your lil’ shirt, i got the lakers on me
b-tch, i really love my rapper life so who gon’ take it from me?
i’m just gon’ chase a n-gga down, i hate when n-ggas runnin’
you know we comin’, bet you see me out and really duck your m-ffin
out west, i’m dumpin’ fire head chillin’ with uncle ruckus
out in traffic, b-tch, i got my glizzy, i’d shoot in public
bro like a monkey, he gon’ shoot swingin’ off a tree
i woke up to this b-tch havin’ some dookie in her psds
i don’t wanna say who it was, but i think it was tee
like what you want? i’m ridin’ with my glocky tryna pop a b (alright, i said)

[verse 2: 10ta lil a]
this b-tch done sh-tted on herself like she was lil reese
i woke up and i threw a perc’ back and then i brushed my t–th
back then, i had that one dream tryna be big meech
i’m goin’ up like every single day, i need a band a feat’ (alright, i said)
i told ’em look my name up, you better check my streams
i be done shot the baby arp and knock over a tree
and i don’t want a srt, i need an amg
i ran up dog sh-t on gps, some sh-t they can’t believe (alright, i said)
this lil’ b-tch a super freak, she got the meganese
ate the d-ck and then she ate my b-tch and then i made her leave
and when it come to dumpin’ guns, bro just like me
i bonded out and got back to the bag when they let me free
[verse 3: jay juice]
you not my n-gga, pay for insurances, i don’t rap for free
i’m bangin’ 3, you ridin’ with no money in your purple jeans
pull up and shoot the whole party, shootin’ from a to z
i went back to sleep, i woke up in that mode, i’m tryna get some cheese
i’m from the 7, we drop fives and put you underneath
this dirty white b-tch in here tryna suck me with some dirty sneaks
i’m in here p-ssin’ while this freak ho tryna take a peek
like roll some weed, this n-gga lil 9, he brought the lil’ leafs
woke up and dropped my whole cup and i don’t even drink
just tell me is it beef? we ridin’ down your block, we comin’ down your street (down your street)
you can pay me to catch a hat, i hit bro with the heat
i f-ck her from the back and hit her once and then she gotta leave (she gotta go)

- jay juice 10ta lil a

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