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letra de hardy boyz - jay (oz)

[intro: jay]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i like this beat, yeah
it’s jay
om, til we, o, d
i’m gonna one-take this
not even look at my phone, phone down
f-ck that
yeah

[verse 1: jay]
yeah, we’re living in a world where you’re glorified if you ain’t real
never give a fake feel, stick to one-take reels
the only c-nt who can spit fire and stay chill
that’s the day-to-day, for real we don’t have the same sk!ll
p-city the playfield, so batter up
decided i had enough when i saw all these other rappers suck
i stack em up then my bars spit-spray
man a dark skinned jay’s like yasiin bey
most definitely (what the f-ck did you say?) yeah, said most definitely
glory’s the goal then we getting that big band
then om expand, make em go “sh-t, d-mn”
the shot caller of the group, you know i make a hit man
i’m like an addict with a shot, i’m a savage when it’s stopped
i’m the maddest with the plot, i’m like an abbot to my squad, argh
these c-nts are hawking for the baddest on the block
i spit electric so i know if there’s static when there’s shock
when it comes to bars, i’m in a rush to overwork
’cause seriously man you dogs don’t even have the guts to go berserk
yeah my squad like the god hand, hot to the pan
clear the premises when i shoot my shot like ch-ch-blam
godd-mn, i’m k!lling them, you already figured
i’ll never stop applying pressure til the audience with us
the dead man, if on the ground, best be recording me sit up
been blacking out on all these tracks they started calling me-
nuisance ’cause i’m bugging bro, this the sh-t that make the party stop
hunting down you animals, oxymorons safari squad
i’ll make you see a whole lotta red like a carti drop
watch jay and the bars he drops, punchlines like ali, what
we on the road to make some dardy dosh
you hear my army bombs like we were spitting on charlie sloth
think you f-ckin’ with me? pshhh – hardly not
b-tch don’t start me off, take the dive like jeff hardy, dog
[verse 2: the villain]
i got your back bro, like matt hardy
it’s like i entered the stage, their hearts drop to the mat hard
the mad twist of fate will leave your back scarred and charred probably
my shots burn like black bacardi
i’m like the big show, breaking ground
excavating any n-gga out here making sound
’cause the situation’s escalated, too many n-ggas say they leave the beat decimated
i’m still underestimated hoe
flows galore like i break tides
king of the night, you hear him chanting by the ringside
i can shape-shift, did you really think the thing died?
illuminating where i’m hanging like a stringlight
ask yourself, is your first reaction fight or flight?
don’t you hear death calling every time i write?
taking aim at any n-gga in sight, i hope you’ve figured the highs
’cause all you see is wh0res smeared in my eyes

- jay oz

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