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letra de monster - jaythepoet

[intro]
y’all already know what’s goin’ on man
droppin’ another hit for y’all n-ggas man

yeah
east side, zone 6, i do it for my hood n-gga. nah for real

[verse 1]
these n-ggas be tryin’ me up on a daily
swear i ain’t rappin’, i ain’t paper stackin’
but last time i checked man y’all n-ggas been lackin’
y’all might of had money, but that sh-t in the past
and last time i checked all that past sh-t is done
when i start to come up and y’all see me pullin’ up your street in a 2 seat (huh)
y’all boys better run boy you better start runnin’

little footb-lls what i’m puntin’ in my mouth that’s them xanax 2.5 in my stomach
mac 10 what i’m gunnin’, extendo on it hundred bullets in your stomach
trapped like an atl dancer in the closet, n-gga tell me who the hottest?
who else got a mind for the rhymes that you bustin’ through your headphones patna?
told you i’m a motherf-ckin’ monster

[hook]

playin’ no games i’m a monster
these n-ggas my children, no foster
my rhymes sick as h-ll at the doctors
these b-tches they turnin’ me into a monster
i’m grindin’ harder than ever
tryna make it to the top
your girl on me wet as a mop
she see what i’m made of she not gonna stop

i’m a monster… i’m a monster
i’m a monster… i’m a motherf-ckin’ monster

[verse 2]

slice it up, bust it down
you heard my name around town
these n-ggas they mad ’cause they b-tches jockin’
i mean who wouldn’t ’cause b-tch i’m the hottest
but for real, i think i’m the next up
this ain’t a gunfight, so take your vest off
but if you want it to be i’ll take the chopper out and hit you in your neck where your motherf-ckin’ vest stop, d-mn

that’s deep as sh-t, when i get to sprayin’ at you better hope that sh-t miss
but it’s probably gonna hit, so you better hope i’m runnin’ outta bullets in the clip
i’m tellin’ you how this sh-t it ’cause i’m real as sh-t
straight up say it to your face b-tch n-gga i’m the sh-t, i swear i’m legit lil’ b-tch

these n-ggas be actin’ like b-tches, they get on my nerves with that sh-t
takin’ the route of a female, beggin’ and whinin’, complainin’ and moanin’ and sh-t
quit makin’ sounds and sh-t and get to that money lil’ b-tch
stop actin’ sorry and sh-t, and sorry as sh-t, you sorry as sh-t
sorry you couldn’t be sh-t, they told me i wouldn’t be sh-t
but look at me now, makin’ music that everyone listen to, even your b-tch
let me stop playin’ with y’all and spit some real sh-t
these n-ggas they taught me you can’t trust n0body, even your closest friends
that’s why i act like a mobster, goodfellas sh-t
tommy gun clip in my pocket, hood rap sh-t for a hood -ss b-tch

i’m kickin’ this sh-t just like i’m playin’ soccer
i’ll put your -ss on a walker
little f-ck n-gga better get with this sh-t that i’m poppin’ ’cause i’ll turn into a monster, yeah
little f-ck n-gga better get with this sh-t that i’m poppin’ ’cause i’m turnin’ in-to a motherf-ckin’ monster

[hook]

- jaythepoet

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