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letra de shit talker - jay juice

[intro: jay juice]
this one of the ones where you could just say what you want on this b-tch
you could have your way on this b-tch, i’ma flaunt

[verse 1: jay juice]
yeah, my lil’ bro shot and left his face open
my lil’ bro dumpin’ the g’s, rockin’ the rick owens
a fully chopper hit bro in his head, i’m tellin’ rick, “blow him”
turn the whip around and hit bro in his sh-t, i’m finna spin on him (yeah)
and i just hit this freaky b-tch, hold on, my d-ck hurtin’
you speak on flaunt, you get hit with the chop’, i got a big blower
b-tch, don’t come in the way or you gon’ get kicked over
my brother askin’ for the ball, i told “get open”
my n-gga day tryna beat julio ass since he a sh-t talker (yeah)
b-tch, these diamonds dancin’, need a big faucet
she said i f-cked her with a little d-ck, i told her, “b-tch, stop it”
so many bad b-tches just be up on this d-ck, i told ’em, “get off it” (yup), b-tch
speak about flaunt, we know we doin’ that
heard you got a pretty p-ssy, baby, let me see that kitty-cat (huh)
this dead n-gga in my ‘wood, he tryna k!ll me back
don’t ask about lil’ juice, i’m on the west, you know i’m in the trap (yup)

[verse 2]
i be out here road runnin’, tryna chase a bag
hold on, bro i think i see a opp, i’m finna drop my mask
and let me catch you with no gun, then i’ma beat yo’ ass
i’m cold as h-ll, i put my chains on, like put the heat on blast
she keep on askin’ where i get this jacket, told her, “hit up trash” (yup)
a n-gga played, then we gon’ put him in a body bag
on the fifth, i’m walkin’ with the drac’, like where them n-ggas at? (yup)
and when them shots get to ringin’, then i’m throwin’ back
hit him with a bullet eighty yards away like a quarterback
mad as h-ll, i been sittin’ at mcdonald’s, where my order at?
i said, them n-ggas try to come to us, just know we comin’ back
got to fannin’ at the opps all in the alley, then we blow it back (ayy, b-tch)
[verse 3]
this pretty b-tch got h-lla ass, i’m tryna beat the cap (yeah)
my brother asked, it came with four nickel, just put a switch on that
and once a n-gga cross that line then it ain’t no comin’ back (no comin’ back, n-gga)
i’m from the 9, but bang this in the 3, the 5 ain’t feelin’ that (ain’t feelin’ that)
you want some smoke, then puff it up, lil’ b-tch, i’m down to match (yeah)
might f-ck the ho, and then i’m duckin’ off, it ain’t no strings attached (nah)
you speak on woo, i’m spinnin’ blocks and then i double back (double back, n-gga)
you speak on 12, lil’ b-tch, i’m poppin’ up, we take sh-t to the max (to the max, yeah, yeah)

[outro]
know what the f-ck goin’ on

- jay juice

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