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letra de war - jayhollywood

[intro: jayhollywood]
jayhollywood
he shot few times, his bullets wack
they really don’t get that far
he shot few times, his bullets wack
they really don’t get that far
he shot few times, his bullets wack
they really don’t get that far
he shot few times, his bullets wack
they really don’t get that far

[verse 1: jayhollywood]
they talking too hot and they talking they sh-t
i’m assuming that they just want war
i shot couple times, if i miss ima promise
next time that i’m leaving a scar
with the .9 ima hit, got the glock on my hip
he was running but he ain’t that far
but look
but look
but look
but look
p-ssy n-gga, he big, he a shake off
eight shots to the head then i’m blowing his face off
p-ssy n-gga, he big, he a shake off
eight shots to the head then i’m blowing his face off
p-ssy n-gga, he big, he a shake off
he tried it with me so i’m knocking his face off
p-ssy n-gga, he big, he a shake off
he tried it with me so i’m knocking his face off
the smoke of my gun got me dizzy
eights shots to the head then i start feeling drizzy
the smoke of my gun got me dizzy
two chops, big pop, with a glock on a zimmy
two chops with a drizzy, scope with a zimmy
you trapping and cappin’ we shooting, get with me

[verse 2: eli staxxz]
one blunt to the face, this sh-t got me laced, swear to god n-gga i’m faded
this sh-t got me faded, never no lame sh-t
hop out the whip lookin’ asian
and this ain’t for the fame b-tch, f-ck on ya lame b-tch
money i’m blowin’ that’s gang sh-t
you pull up with same sh-t, n-gga that’s lame sh-t
move out the way ‘cause i bang sh-t
hold on look, stop it
why did you run and you reached but ain’t pop it?
n-ggas they act like they pop sh-t
get around n-ggas and start talkin’ hot sh-t
n-ggas is talking but that sh-t is nonsense, pass me a choppa this stick is gone’ drop it
n-ggas talk hot, but where is the profit?
jackin’ that’s wifey, my n-gga she topped it
now i feel bad, that b-tch is a thot
come around me and she start doing squats
got that lil’ b-tch on a mof-ckin’ lock
hit it one time then i’m back on the block
these n-ggas talk hot
i think they forgot
that when they around, they ain’t bussin’ no shots
they jack that they spinnin’, ain’t spinnin’ a lot
i let two fly, and we smoking a opp

[verse 3: ameen]
b-tch i ain’t hiding, come find me
last n-gga done got lined tryna line me
done drop four bands on my time piece
b-tch got shot like rick, right behind me
can’t wait to the day that they sign me
call my bro ‘sham and he catching a body
louis v, louis v, can’t buy these
bro slap a b-tch in his face if he try me
b-tch i got the recipe
off the weed and the forty, it f-ck with me mentally
lil bro caught a felony
put a hole in his neck and make sure he remember me
on the street like it’s sesame
hoe get out of my face with that sh-t tryna question me
nah no one ahead of me
last boy wanted a problem got popped, now he rest in peace
hold on, wait
give a f-ck what you jack
f-ck up the city put that on the map
he got so soft when i pulled out the mac, he said “ameen i’m sorry”
got that n-gga wacked
i got so tired of all of the chat
when i pull up he froze
man wassup with the act?
i heard you really ain’t ‘bout what you claim
when i catch you it’s clipped
put a hole in your back
pull up with p.o.w., put a price on your face
nah i don’t want to talk if it’s not ‘bout a bag
p-ssy

[outro: eli staxxz]
dumb n-gga
he shot few times, his bullets wack
they really don’t get that far
he shot few times, his bullets wack
they really don’t get that far
p-ssy

- jayhollywood

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