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letra de k swiss - jay juice

[intro]
(ooh, let me know somethin’, jeff)

[verse 1: jay juice]
chase him down blowin’ my bl!cky, he gon’ run fast
his cheap ass don’t even pay his tab ’cause he a broke ass
heard his clip jammed spinnin’ on the opps, he had a promag
link with the b-tch at 2 a.m. because her dome that
had to shoot it past my brother face, i almost domed nap
in the p-ssy, i done caught a charlie horse, i took a cold bath
yop, my muslim n-gga, he just broke fast
this weed ain’t for sale, this some terps, this my smoke bag
my b-tch gon’ keep on goin’ through my phone knowin’ i ain’t sh-t
if he sweet, then we finna eat-eat, we finna take bl!ck
mеlissa, she just walked into the trap wеarin’ some k-swiss
he sick as h-ll i hit him in his sh-t, he made a fake diss
n-gga, that ain’t no trish, you drinkin’ fake sh-t
police hit the spot, i had to throw the shh inside the cake mix
you don’t take risks, back in the day, was turnt, i used to take sh-t
yeah, been f-ckin’ n-ggas’ hoes, know what my name is

[verse 2: tse e2]
left the glizzy sittin’ at the crib to bring the drac’ in
say you havin’, you ain’t really havin’, you ain’t made ten
she got h-lla ass, i’m tryna f-ck, f-ck what her name is
pretty b-tch, i hit her from the back, she got the braids in
how you talkin’ tough, ain’t got no gun, you ain’t got no weapon?
amiri jeans off the all-white 1s, you can catch me steppin’
told the b-tch that if she use her throat, you can catch me blessin’
i got h-lla b-tches, h-lla guns, so i won’t be stressin’
up chop, i got h-lla aim, shoot it off of my shoulder
told my plug i need two hundred ‘bows, get it off ’cause i’m older
hit your block and then i beat your price, get the f-ck if you over
beat the game, you can ask the opps, i done won and it’s over
[verse 3: misterfto]
i tried to bust the arp, d-mn near broke my shoulder
wide-body, i broke the striker out, i’m tryna run bro over
this n-gga freaked the black & mild and dropped it in my soda
freaky b-tch, i beat her in the crib and try to break my sofa (he said)
don’t try to touch a chain ’cause this b-tch be on me
a rap n-gga, don’t play me like i rap ’cause this switch be pokin’ (he said)
lil’ brother spinned the block, i almost popped lil’ brodie
if paperwork come out and brodie snitch, i’ma pop my co-d
if it ain’t twano in your ‘wood, then it’s not no smokin’
b-tch, could bust a brick, just gotta use my knuckles
i bet i get the ball, i bet i’m not gon’ fumble
get the ball and pass it to my brother, try to shoot my jumper
i hit this pretty b-tch, she ain’t have no stomach
i got this batch of raw, i’m probably not gon’ touch it
i hit this freaky b-tch up in the store, i didn’t have no money
can’t play me like a f-ck or like a meatball, i’m not no dummy

- jay juice

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