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letra de punchin in - jay juice

[verse 1]
we smokin all them dead n-ggas, we smokin [twan?] next
a big drac it got some wood on it, it’ll hit a neck
police behind the whip i told my little brother hit a left
because i got this bl!cky and some drank and got a lil fent
you tried to get a spot-up on the west but it ain’t working yet
i’m real nasty, i like to beat the p-ssy off a percocet
i’m in the studio, she tryna f-ck me while im punching in
and any gun i ever had in life, i bet it hit a head

im toting on a cig, and this b-tch a [pushin, shake the bed?]
cool i ain’t tryna live, i got some n-ggas who would shoot a crib
500 for my shoes, and i paid 200 for the pants
don’t let me catch you out without no glock its getting trippie redd
when i catch you, feel like 50 cent, i’m shooting many men
another rack, i made another rack, i need some more bands
he sick, his b-tch is choosing, when i shoot, that n-gga goaltend
whenever my n-ggas drive, we finna slide, we finna go spin

i’m off a pill, i beat the p-ssy up im finna go back in
ain’t no honda when we slide, b-tch we out the benz
outside sliding through the 5 when i be with the 10
.45 poking out my jeans, i’m tryna hit a [red?]
paid 700 for my lil fit wearing my off-whites
pop a r-peezy, then i f-ck her p-ssy all night
you gotta pay me if im on yo beats because i talk nice
we catch you out, you better have yo gun, because we got pipes
get a 2-liter from the store, we got a wock pint
he keep on taxing for the percs, we finna pop [?]
we hit they block with switchiana, they gone all die
i fell in love with putting up my 20s, because they all mine

- jay juice

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