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letra de ymcmb the shit - jay swags

jay swags
man my wrist lock like i just got arrested
testin me you won’t p-ss that test b-tch
im broke im wreckless
these 2 chainz respect this
dont even got to check this
i dont got much but i worked for what i got
when you see me roll up in a new masarati better roll up out the lot
ymcmb in the number one spot
and you n-ggas just got got
till i collaspe ill give hip hop a relaspe
perhaps then maybe we will hear some decent raps
them fake muhf-ckers fall thro my death traps
talking bout being methrats
every beat i rap too is gold
im black but you look you just saw a ghost
i dont mean to brag and boast
and to me no one in the rap game comes close
i never spit
illegitimate sh-t
abouth the f-ckin critics
you just some chicago b-tches
step on any beat f-ck it up
can’t u see my smiling chucks
cause they just stomped your lyrics out
keef talk a lot of sh-t
you n-ggas better tell him to quit
b4 i c-ck the four fifth and put him in a coffin quick
yo quit rapping im a leave your body resting kid
cause i rock mo ice thwm wayne gretzky did
ill stretch you b-tch make sure her p-ssy tight
im finna take your bricks if you ain’t cookin em right
eh yo i got a lot of bullets fo sure im wasting them
and if you got good jordans keef you know im lacing em
im coming thro like ripped condoms
leave yo head red like im paint ballin
whencu hear those shots keef u know ur fate is calling
dawg im a pimp only only rock with the hot apparel
rocking wit a b-tch from the hollow barrel
watch yo head b-tch you spineless f-ck
my homies sell mo crack then whites in colorado springs
f-ck wit me and c wut kind of gun i bring
allow me to introduce my homie d.o.g. he the sh-t
i got a 40 cal and a mossberg pistol grip
i did a couple weeks in a mentel hospital in 2006
cause i had a problem with exposin fake -ss pr-cks
right now my n-ggas at the range you target practice
i swap out ammo till i melt hard plastic
your dope ain’t good trash that sh-t
ur rhyme scheme is broke get a crack bag fix
and im a stove cookin yayo half p-ss six
(ymcmb the sh-t
better keep your flame tucked
or this time you will be the n-gga f-cked
ymcmb the sh-t
ya nothin but d-cks 4x)
double o.g
still hittin the floor f-ckin hoes like ron jeremy
like god to the devil you ain’t scarin me
im on some toilet bowl sh-t going in aimlessly
think i give a f-ck you got a gun aimed at me
b-tch i been thro the struggle
i dont need u hug tho
i dont do drugs straight edge sh-t
i pop gbe members like i used pop zits
by now im used to it
yo b-tches can suck my d-ck
i run this rap game i can’t forfeit
watch me make mo hits
im on the top 10 best white rappers list
always say my name when im rapping this
cut you sh-t out keef im talking bout yo heart not your wrist
you dont use it anyway
be my guest die anyday
and its not f-ck wut i say
its f-ck wut i do
so i guess f-ck p-ssy
nahhhh i can’t do that
you other perverts know where my mind at
(chorus)

- jay swags

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