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letra de first day out (llc freestyle) - jaydayoungan

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, shout out to my brother money man on this b-tch
my 23 sh-t, though

[chorus]
i’m a walkin’ shooter, n-gga, should’ve been on call of duty
i can go and step all by myself, i ain’t gotta call for shooters
b-tch gon’ please me, go to work, slurp me like you swallow noodles
i get freaky off them percs, might f-ck around, eat all the booty
pull up like a diaper with this rifle, aim above the neck
told my shooter if they want some static, i want nothin’ but flesh
countin’ all this money, d-mn i need to give my thumb some rest
thinkin’ ’bout my b-tches like, “which one gon’ make me cum the best?”

[verse]
this sh-t here for real, i’m in that field just like a running back
bless [?], guarantee she gon’ be runnin’ back (come here)
she don’t mind f-ckin’ from the front, but love it from the back
when i catch my nut, yeah, i be stuck, baby, that’s from the act’
but f-ck a b-tch, i’m steady gettin’ rich, i’m on some mob sh-t
causin’ h-ll, screamin’, “f-ck 12,” they can’t stop sh-t
he play, he dead, i got one in the head outta this mopstick
slidin’ ’round like i left chinatown with these chopsticks
i be doin’ the sh-t these n-ggas always used to dream
f-ck school and f-ck the rules, in the hallways smokin’ green
feel like mcgrady, f-ck who hatin’, pull up ballin’ on the scene
balmains, f-ck what y’all think, this a thousand on my jeans, haha
b-tch, i be grindin’ like the rent due
won’t survive when we slide, b-tch, you must think you 50 cent too
make them p-ssy n-ggas move from out the south, that’s what that stick do
both of my b-tches fightin’ up in my house, that’s what good d-ck do
told ’em one day i’ma be the one, but they ain’t wanna listen
told ’em i got n-ggas step for fun, but he still wanna diss me
i know she done sucked a lot of d-ck, so i don’t want no kisses
it’s a competition in my city, who gon’ be first to get me?
[chorus]
i’m a walkin’ shooter, n-gga, should’ve been on call of duty
i can go and step all by myself, i ain’t gotta call for shooters
b-tch gon’ please me, go to work, slurp me like you swallow noodles
i get freaky off them percs, might f-ck around, eat all the booty
pull up like a diaper with this rifle, aim above the neck
told my shooter if they want some static, i want nothin’ but flesh
countin’ all this money, d-mn i need to give my thumb some rest
thinkin’ ’bout my b-tches like, “which one gon’ make me cum the best?”

- jaydayoungan

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