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letra de knotted up - jay juice

[intro: jay juice]
(n-ggas keep on asking for the beat, i told ’em ant did it)
yeah, yup

[verse 1: jay juice]
where the chops at? now hold your glocky up
we hit lil’ brodie in his sh-t, y’all need to patch him up
got out of jail and got a bag, well, juice knotted up
you better start throwin’ your bl!ck if you bump into us, n-gga
lil’ maz can get scanned, that’s why i shot at church
lil’ ty, he in my ‘woods, got me coughin’ dust
b-tch, after the show over, she finna come with us
i see, i’m with this freaky b-tch, she finna suck it up
i’m double cup sippin’ and i done dropped my cup
my brother got some rickys on his feet, them is not no chucks
that n-gga smokin’ on some reggie, that is not no runtz
i put the switchy on my glocky, i done broke my gun (yeah)
i put the switchy on the glocky, i done broke my gun
i know my n-gga serious when he stamped it on his son, b-tch
i hit that n-gga with a brick and told him get back up
i hit that b-tch right from the back and then i hit my cup
when they shot, i got to shootin’ back, you know i did not budge
you ain’t know? we hit bro in his top, you knowin’ we them ones
b-tch, it’s cold outside, i got my heater tucked
yeah, he ain’t see me in all black when i was creepin’ up
i’m chillin’ with this freaky model b-tch, told her to eat me up
these n-ggas talk about they on my head, i got ’em mad as f-ck
[verse 2]
yeah, baddest b-tch, i beat her down and i ain’t even nut
shoot this b-tch at all them n-ggas talkin’, i don’t give a f-ck
ho, you ain’t on sh-t, when i see you, let this switchy bust
really n-ggas mad ’cause they can’t rap and they can’t f-ck with us
yeah, ain’t ’bout a bag, then i ain’t there, no, i ain’t pullin’ up
your n-gga died, bet he was talkin’, what the f-ck is up?
in the callahan’s, better not bump me, i’ll show you somethin’
air force 1 walkin’, in bathing ape, i got a dirty gun
yeah, you know i love my bad b-tches
it’s like thirty in this glock, shouldn’t’ve wanted a fat n-gga
b-tch, the draco ain’t gon’ jam, i bet i fap his ass
b-tch, i can shoot it in five seconds, watch me drop my mag
got no pape’, you cheaper than a b-tch, i be done slapped your dad
b-tch, i’m slidin’, all them n-ggas hoes, be done dropped my mask
yeah, n-ggas be talkin’ like they big homie
get out my way, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got this b-tch on me
you a b-tch, your brother, he a snitch, i got this switch on him
talkin’ sh-t’ll get your ass k!lled, not an attempt, dummy

- jay juice

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