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letra de iowa freestyle - jay vilpin

i’m in iowa wit it

the first time i hit a blunt i was only 14
felt like i’m on cloud nine, b-tch i’m teleporting
round the same time i’m hitting hoes i wasn’t courting
i was on my jackie chan, i need one more ting
that’s a 90’s baby’s reference
they still sleeping on the boy, i think they taking ketamine
i’m exactly where a n-gga said i be and getting better than
i been out the way and getting to the fee boy that’s a definite
a couple n-ggas tried me but i bet they won’t like they own mеdicine
they gotta stop the pеrjury, n-ggas in the city acting like they never heard of me
i’ve been out here for an eternity
i really got a nine to five and missed a f-ckin’ grammy dawg that sh-t had really hurted me

i was only 15 when i dropped my first bag
i had blew that sh-t on jay’s dawg, it didn’t even last
when i turned 16, had the yota till it crashed
i done f-cked me a few foreigns, had to hit em in the back
couple years later, 19, i made a jwet gleece
i blew a bag at panama, they showing titties on the beach
i’m a chameleon, i’m everywhere, regardless imma eat
nowadays i’m moving militant i’m walking with elites

half you n-ggas really cap, boy you n-ggas get no fee
that lil’ hoe there let me fwap, yea lil’ shawty let me grease
lately i’ve been in the trap, tryna get a n-gga fees
i don’t owe a single soul, b-tch i do this sh-t for me
this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ game, i’m tryna dodge the dea
if you ain’t been getting to the money, you can’t relate
i had put that lamo on that f-ckboy ain’t appreciate
but i’ma just go harder i could give a f-ck what he say
give my runner b-tch a pack and she gon’ flip that sh-t in three days
she want casamigo, she say it’s her b-day
shawty finna throw it back and act like she can’t behave
look at all these haitians winning, b-tch you better catch the z-wave
i been outchea for a minute, bet this moment they gon’ see me
my homie ti-blun is a legend, word them boys out in the eastway
that hoe ain’t wanna f-ck when we was younger, we was teenage
she see me shining now she tryna bust it down for me in three ways
i was only 15 when i dropped my first bag
i had blew that sh-t on jay’s dawg, it didn’t even last
when i turned 16, had the yota till it crashed
i done f-cked me a few foreigns, had to hit em in the back
couple years later, 19, i made a jwet gleece
i blew a bag at panama, they showing titties on the beach
i’m a chameleon, i’m everywhere, regardless imma eat
nowadays i’m moving militant i’m walking with elites

ayy, jay

- jay vilpin

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