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letra de love 1st - jay squared

[intro]

hey now
we’ve just been focused
tryna get my weight off
i don’t think you really love me like you say you do

[verse 1]

this is how i start it off guys
“all praise to the most high”
kill ’em all just both eyes, closed
yeah, i did it. why the f-ck i need a co-sign?
i feel like i got it
if i don’t i will grasp it
firmly, i’m wordy with the sh-ts
man, i think i need captions
well, b-tch just quote this
you see us posted
forever golden, we stylin’
can’t catch me local
i’m off the coast
up in south beach
or chillin’ in atlanta
tana’s been f-cking with them ratchet private dancers
they be poppin’ -sses, paying for their masters
degree, bout action and
i don’t ever sweat y’all
i make tech, draw
and it’s gone do all the work for me
deploring artists
all you do is just bore me
starving artistry
and you hear me roaring
lion’s den resident
eatin’ contenders
boy, f-ck your feelings
roll with my n-gg-s!
“i’m just gone roll with my n-gg-s!”
“i’m just gone roll with my n-gg-s!”
boy f-ck your vision
boy f-ck your cousins and children
papas and uncles and women..

my brother skee comma puppa turned 20 with a magnum
and he ain’t afraid to blast it, if you talking or you actin’
(and he gone do it!)
it’s h-lla vicious, on the mission for the chicken
almighty, if i don’t trust ’em we ain’t doing business

[bridge]

“we are now experiencing some distortion in the sp-ce time continuum. please stand by.”

crash-landed far from home
i don’t know where i’m going
police tryna call me home
they couldn’t be god right?

lend me your time

[verse 2]

just knock it off
yo, you rappers are far from soft
i’m coming off the top, like darkskins with no bras
who want the raw? i’ve been choppin’ dope into bars
so just call me up when you need me, that’s word to the holocaust
i rip a rapper, in a second, if he’s talkin’ smith & wesson’s
i’d body him for his necklace
so hit me up if you need a sh-ll
i’m g-ssed up sick, sickle cell, wish ’em well

popping not stopping until i empty the cartridge
this is the arrest of the cardiac
vascular, having heart attacks
gasping in double oxygen
clutching and grabbing cotton..
upon your v-neck
and n-gg- we next
mud city menace

[outro]

break your motherf-cking neck!
break your motherf-cking neck!

(he gone do it!)

- jay squared

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