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letra de harlem shake - jay montana

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
tan
uh, uh (jay— jay, you cooked this?)

[chorus]
d-mn, i woke up, paid my rent, then went and bought two lines of tris (yeah)
d-mn, i gave the ho back to you, tell me, why you on my d-ck?
he don’t got no ‘gram, but lil’ bro follow you straight to your spot and hit (boom)
don’t fix your mouth to ask for sh-t, boy, you wasn’t ’round when sh-t wasn’t lit
my mind racin’, i’m impatient, i’m gon’ take it, tired of waitin’ (i’m gon’ take it, tired of waitin’)
i might let you rent a spot up in my heart, bae, my sh-t vacant (my sh-t vacant)
me and wop smoke out the zip, run ’round through harlem, this ain’t shake (this ain’t shake)
i’m at the top, just meet me there, rock cartier to see the hate (see the hate)

[verse]
off of the drugs, i’ma wake up late (yeah), i don’t answer the phone, you fake (yeah)
don’t call if it ain’t ’bout pape’, b-tch, i was born broke, but dyin’ rich
i tell the truth, i don’t hide sh-t, i’m too obsessed with fly sh-t
everybody know the risk, so if i post some racks, that’s my sh-t
you always listen to your friends, watch that sh-t bite you in the end
know they got dropped, don’t know who opps, that’s why i always stay on ten (always stay on ten)
look, we can swap, d-mn, i miss wop, d-mn, i miss chris and auntie anne (auntie anne)
remember they ain’t cared when i dropped, now everybody waitin’ on tan (yeah, yeah)
all that sh-t you ever said, i ain’t forget ’bout what we talked about
let them hoes get in your head and end up dead, lil’ bro gon’ chalk you out
i’m grateful ’cause i lost a lot (lot), the feds run in, we lost a spot (lost a spot)
lil’ bro don’t play, tryna catch one with a face and it won’t cost a lot
[chorus]
d-mn, i woke up, paid my rent, then went and bought two lines of tris
d-mn, i gave the ho back to you, tell me, why you on my d-ck?
he don’t got no ‘gram, but lil’ bro follow you straight to your spot and hit (boom, boom)
don’t fix your mouth to ask for sh-t, boy, you wasn’t ’round when sh-t wasn’t lit (you wasn’t ’round when sh-t wasn’t lit)
my mind racin’, i’m impatient, i’m gon’ take it, tired of waitin’ (tired of waitin’)
i might let you rent a spot up in my heart, bae, my sh-t vacant (my sh-t vacant)
me and wop smoke out the zip, run ’round through harlem, this ain’t shake (this ain’t shake)
i’m at the top, just meet me there, rock cartier to see the hate (see the hate)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

- jay montana

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