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letra de 6am - jay the protégé

[jay the protégé & don’t jump]
yeah
(yeah)
yeah
6am in the morning, man
yuh!

[chorus: jay the protégé & don’t jump]
sippin on syrup, sippin on syrup, i’m sippin’ on lean (sippin on lean)
i got a bad b-tch, she rolling off molly, she all on my team, yeah (team)
don’t jump slide up to the scene, don’t jump slide up to the scene (it’s jump)
aye, i need a b-tch that’s gon f-ck me whenever i need, yeah

[verse 1: don’t jump]
yeah, yeah, yeah
double cup, geeked on lean (lean)
cartier gl-sses, i’m fleeing the scene, what? (scene)
sucking my d-ck when i wake up like this was a dream (woah)
b-tch, you don’t know what i mean (b-tch)
count up the racks like the money machine (brrt)
huh, smoking the sour i’m blowing the steam
i’m smoking on boof of the pack (pack)
jet-pack the re up (re-up)
uh, uh i get the dope for that re-up (re-up)
i got that b-tch in her bag (bag)
just like sabrina, woah (white)
i had to re-up the wrist
i had to meet up the fit
i might just key up your whip (skrrt skrrt)
i might just creep on your b-tch
get what i need then i dip (dip)
uh, yeah, what , huh?
she gave me top for the keys (keys)
uh, yeah, praying to god that she drop to her knees (yeah)
she gave me faith, then she give me face
pull up like casper but i’m in the wraith (skrrt)
six in the morning, i’m still wide awake
i’m on probation, i’m dodging the case

{verse 2: jay the protégé]
look, back in the day i was broke (broke)
back in the day i ain’t have me no b-tches (nope)
back in the day i was down on my luck now i don’t give a f-ck and i’m stacking these riches
hoe, i don’t give a f-ck if you feeling me
i cannot f-ck with that negative energy (no)
pour up, i’m faded, i’m sippin that hennessy (henny)
b-tch, ain’t no one as real as me (yeah)
i got baguettes in my ice (yee-hee)
i put my d-ck up inside her that’s tight, yeah i just might
pop me a bean (bean)
i got guiseppe zanotti all over my feet (over my what?)
pull out the shotty, i’m sweepin’ the streets (brr)
booted off molly, i’m geeked
speak on my name you get murked
reaching my way up her skirt, hoe i got
no time to flirt (no)
i pull up and swerve (swerve)
get kicked to the curb (b-tch)
i’m putting in work (work)
body count 1,2,3,4,5, five (hey)
hundred (hundred)
run it (run it)
aye, i hit the gas and i gun it (skrrt)

[chorus: jay the protégé & don’t jump]
sippin on syrup, sippin on syrup, i’m sippin’ on lean (sippin on lean)
i got a bad b-tch, she rolling off molly, she all on my team, yeah
don’t jump slide up to the scene, don’t jump slide up to the scene (it’s jump)
aye, i need a b-tch that’s gon f-ck me whenever i need, yeah
(hoe!)

- jay the protege

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