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letra de hazard lights⚠️ pt iii - jay5ive

[intro]
we love you jayherb
denzo

[verse]
like, i’m ’bout to catch you
i brought my broom so don’t ’bout who swept you
got opps’ family scared to come see they nephew
n-gga, you cannot run, i throw several
said [?] on the phone, but that’s why i got revel
you might catch a shot tryna throw every pedal
like-like, i don’t wanna s-xt you
you did me wrong, that’s the reason i left you
like, why [?] tryna see how i perform?
like y’all ain’t the reason that nazzy is gone?
i said, catch his daughter i’mma kick the kid
but i take that back because now i feel wrong
i walk wit’ my gun and my kid in my arm
they tell me “don’t bring up that sh-t in my songs”
they tеllin’ me “stay in the crib”
but, spinnin’ that block is the only way that i stay calm
d’s on my body, i gotta movе tact
idris a b-tch, n-gga why would i cap?
you wanna be sweepers, or be doa?
better pick you a side before jay5ive react
like you in my stu’, you lucky you ain’t clapped
like, why you keep lying? you don’t got no strap
while you in the crib editin’ videos, i was outside tryna make me a pack
vlogging is cool, n-gga go get your bag
tell dudeylo go and pick up his dad
the n-ggas i shot prolly watchin’ your videos
i make ’em cry, n-gga you make ’em laugh
she be like “5ive, i’m in love with your dreads”
idris, your braids don’t come past your neck
shoutout to buru, can’t lift up his neck
pow, that n-gga dead on that bench
free kg, n-gga, free leaky drench
don’t bring up mine, baby mom was a kench
your b-tch shakin’ ass right now to all of my music
and now i think she wanna come be my friend
like, oh he right there? i go get to blackin’
tell c blu i’m not into reactions
i freestyle sh-t, i do it wit’ passion
i used to be broke, but n-gga, that was back then
like, don’t bring up sh-t that we did in the past tense
jayripk in the spliff, n-gga, that make mad sense
do too much sh-t for my block
took one and got locked, just to hear that a n-gga was rattin’
buddy hield better never be lackin’
i hope b-diddy play ball in that casket
i can’t take you serious, n-gga you mad at the sweepers
like, n-gga, go beat a pack then
these n-ggas p-ssy i just make them cry
y’all got too many deads, how the f-ck is y’all rappin’
n-gga, broodie a b-tch, if i catch him it’s lit
(give him 4 to the back while i yell out “what’s makkin?”)
like, she threw it back
like, she got that sh-t clappin’
oh she holdin’ my broom, like she tryna get active
she f-cked on bro and she tryna come throw it on me
like, i don’t know her body count, trash b-tch
i’m throwin’ like beller, i’m throwin’ like dragic
oh he play for the lakers? just watch the real magic
shoutout to ldot, we call him a basket
eli tried to run and caught 4 where his back is

- jay5ive

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