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letra de bout it - jayonetime

uh, what’s good n-gga
been about it, been about it, ’bout it
been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
f-ck
f-ck yo’ printer n-gga
been around
been around
been around
been around
i been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
uh
yuh

i been around the world in a minute
and still ain’t never seen n0body realer than the realest
you really ready to k!ll it when i step inside the buildin’
you feel it. if not than you never gonna be willin’
to level with me i’m rippin’ through rebels
and many chicks, it’s inevitable i’m kickin’
the illest sh-t ever witnessed
you better be on your pimpin’ sh-t
you tryna’ take your girl back
young n-gga but i bet he make the world mad
good kid with a pad in the burlap
no sh-t, gotta ask who heard that
big tits and an ass make my nerves wrack
fly n-gga, yea the bird is the word man
now everybody wanna ball
but really ain’t even got enough education
to get ’em an occupation in the f-ckin’ mall
and they still like “mo-f-ck ’em all”
but they still makin’ payments on the car
but they tryna’ get another one tomorrow
but i bet they make ’em look brand new
at the dealership, when yo’ ass gets laid off
and now everybody wanna call
but never even really took the time
to listen to the rhymes i was comin’ with at all
each mixtape, put a link on ya’ wall
had posters on the bathroom stall
new fanbase really like each fall
but, you was always too busy
tryna impress all the people you hatin’
because you livin’ life small
that’s predicated by social withdrawals
and i bet they hatin’ on a n-gga so raw
but, i’d rather hit yo’ twitter up
and act just like i give a f-ck
and snapchat you my b-lls
who the f-ck are ya’ll
i’m the f-ckin’ boss
i’m a f-ckin’ dog
i’m protejay the prodigy, my god
motherf-ck the world
’til the f-ckin’ d-ck soft
ya’ll just sauce
my wrist raw, yo’ b-tch rick ross
and if she bad, then she prolly get lost
tell her come home, and i tell her get off
give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers
b-tton yo’ bra girl, put on yo’ thong
turnin’ my neighbors into
some f-ckin’ peepin’ toms
hit it in the mornin’
we was never sleepin’ though
whole thing waxed
let her polish my dong
i don’t even know what’s wrong with you n-ggas
i’ma bomb all you n-ggas
get the microphone ready to disarm all you n-ggas
i’m a terrorist
way too many commas to get
i’m talkin’ presidents
too much drama n’ sh-t in these americans
tryna keep it on the low-down
pops ain’t really got time for the pro now
both tryna hustle, gettin’ duffle bag dough now
shuffle through the backdoor
oh wow, oh how, most of ’em
got something to say
let your mouth run
and they bustin’ that gauge
i come from the city where the wity get no pity
and everybody who with it
gotta love it that way, huh
been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
and my n-ggas ’bout it, n-ggas ’bout it
n-ggas ’bout it, ’bout it
said i been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
yea i been about it, uh
uh, yo
been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
and my n-ggas ’bout it, n-ggas ’bout it
n-ggas ’bout it, ’bout it
said i been about it, been about it
been about it, ’bout it
yea i been about it, uh
uh, yo

- jayonetime

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