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letra de turn up the speakers - jay shades

[intro]
i just don’t give a f-ck!

[verse 1]
can’t talk with your jaw broke
p-ssy got played
jay shades need a car note
i wrote
some crazy sh-t for y’all though
striped up like f-ck
but like where is waldo
little afro
bout blown out as rollo’s
compact like f-ck
got back to cornrows
oh
too stressed for s-x?
then i’ll just bomb hoes
find a new drug
put this up my nose?
n-ggas switching roles like they d-cks fell off
i’m sick to the bones
but too lit for coughs
take off the bra or i’ma rip it off
i’m tryna bust on your tummy and lips t-ts and all
get ya girlfriend to l!ck that off
and i ain’t joking neither
never overlooked
legs shake like seizures
legs split thinkin i’m shook?
better bet i’ll read ya
roof’s on fire
turn up the speakers

[hook]
aye
turn up the speakers
aye
turn up the (x2)
turn up the speakers
aye
turn up the speakers
aye
i’m begging you please just
turn up the speakers
aye
turn up the speakers
aye
turn up the speakers
woah
turn up the speakers
aye
i’m begging you please just
turn up the speakers
fuego

[verse 2]
white b-tch
topless
like the corvette
so correct with the hot sh-t
its toxic
not this
anything but the music
that’s not how we do it
can’t stop this
we too lit
thanks for staying this long
into this song
i’m bout high as a thong
what’s going on?
turn up the beat cabron
turn up the speakers
i’m begging i’m pleading
my n-gga i need this
turn up the b-ss
like jesus
we just
throwing d-ck at ya nieces
cream em
smashing em
thrashing em speechless
say i need help but no preacher
is ready for what i’m on
believe it
i’m f-cked up
but way past that
when i was a child
p-ssed on my place mat
f-ggot started talking sh-t
like i was gonna take that
put a n-gga face in it like
how’s that taste matt
stole my old phone
b-tch i want my case back
i’ll bring over mcdonald’s cause i know you stay fat
i love to state facts
in the most f-cked up ways
how could i ever?
cause my name is jay shades

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m so appalled
see em creep n see em crawl
wetted up these p-ssies like they sh-tting in a stall
ain’t nun like a house
wit graffiti on the walls
life in an apartment
smell like murder in the halls
you ain’t got no money
but the ones you envy got it all
you ain’t built to cap em
so you find a greedy goon on call
they blame it on the full moon
when night falls
blame it on the embarr-ssment when the fight’s lost
can’t fight off
nice cars
and all the spice on
he
set is all you wanna be
s-x is all you want from she
flex has become a part of me
if you don’t like it
f-ckin slaughter me
i’ll bring my clique to ya front door
what you ordering
b-tt f-ck ya wife
take her life
and on to ya daughter then
record the sh-t
s-x-tape for the audience
b-tter up the c-nt
b-tton up the front
cardigans
oughta been
way smaller than
i seem to be today
f-ck else you wanted me to say
j-a-y
all this sh-t and im not high
shots hit my chest
no vest
but they had no effect
all the bottled up regret
all the feelings kept suppressed
feeling the void
except
the stale feel of a music obsessed
lonely depressed
b-st-rd
still after
his reality check
resembles terrets
making most of my songs resemble my stress
and i hate to admit
that those hits are close to my best
never the less
despite the shots aimed at my breastplate
i’ma shut this sh-t down
like any town when the mets play
i’ma heart stopper
a beat dropper
pill popper
good d-ck having -ss
a bed rocker
you b-tch
a flow topper
you stupid?
no doctor
i’m a h-ll of a reader
so turn up the speakers
[hook]

- jay shades

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