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letra de wait - jay loud

[intro]
yo jay loud, where the f-ck my weed at?
ha, hahaha, ay
wa-, wa-, ay
right now it be me jay loud in the cut, you feel me?
haha, ah
b-tch, b-tch, haha, ay, look

[verse 1]
i put this heater right up to his face
poo! pow! he erased
i’m takin’ off like a witch on a broom
b-tch, i’m on the way
you cannot stop me b-tch i’m feelin’ c-cky
if i double cup it there’s lean in my body
used to finesse, it was part of my hobby
now i’m comin’ up and n0body can stop me
foenem come through with that choppa
he gon’ knock you off, and that’s on the boss
i fold his card and that n-gga was soft
you are not badder b-tch you ’bout to talk
f-ck n-gga way too close, watch out
f-ck n-gga didn’t even know i brought the glock out
we can run the fade i’ma get another knock out
treat her like a toy up out the way i’m finna rock out
n-gga you off of a xan if you think you ridin’ my mans
pull up on him with that blam and n-gga
and foenem gon’ watch his ass do his dance
fire his ass like a pin
3-2-1, takeoff
up the heat on ’em, watch how he skate off
throw that chop to his face, it get ate off
ballin’ on these n-ggas like the playoffs
[chorus]
wait, hold up
go run up lil’ b-tch, i’m clutchin’
if a n-gga run up then i’m bussin’
swear to god, boy that sh-t no discussion
wait, hold up
go run up lil’ b-tch, i’m clutchin’
if a n-gga run up then i’m bussin’
swear to god, boy that sh-t no discussion

[verse 2]
i came from nothin’ now i made it somethin’, lil’ n-gga i bounce, feel like spartan
told that n-gga “if you really want it i step back with choppa and shoot like i’m harden”
and i’m really with it and you can catch me in the hood, lil’ n-gga, you might be my target
n-ggas hate on me but don’t get the farthest
my thugs’ll run inside your apartment
b-b-b-b-tch, this a stick, uh
i keep that sh-t on my hip
if you want tote, n-gga we get it lit
but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no muhf-ckin’ bit
i know some n-ggas that stay in the trenches
swat come then we hoppin’ the fences
they ain’t blockin’ off shots so them n-ggas go tandem
i’m duckin’ the feds, i ain’t catchin’ a sentence
get home, b-tch we rollin’ up opps
told them n-ggas not to slide on my block
if they do, b-tch this glock got a dot
if i shoot, b-tch it won’t miss the spot
told that lil’ bit’, man i don’t give a f-ck ’bout a felony
i’m runnin’ up all my celery
told that lil’ b-tch, “man i know that you jelly”
i took his b-tch and put d-ck in her belly
[chorus]
wait, hold up
go run up lil’ b-tch, i’m clutchin’
if a n-gga run up then i’m bussin’
swear to god, boy that sh-t no discussion
wait, hold up
go run up lil’ b-tch, i’m clutchin’
if a n-gga run up then i’m bussin’
swear to god, boy that sh-t no discussion

[outro]
gang, gang, uh
let me hear that

- jay loud

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