letra de evil - jc / jacob rapz
[verse 1: c.o.m]
look
i don’t need no f-cking friends
i need bad b-tch head, and some benjamin’s
imma get my day ones and cut them in
then we gon’ hit a l!ck in the cullanin
b-tch
i heard the beat then i floated in
never thought you’d ever see this from a f-cking spic
now i rock a gold chain, gave me back aches
then i used my side hoe as an ash tray
dirty south sh-t, b-tch i am the rubber man
she can suck my t.i.p if she want some bands
shawty witnessing my blow-up like the taliban
and if she ever leak my sh-t she gon catch these hands
uhh that’s me bеing mad as f-ck
but you won’t ever wanna see me in a bеntley truck
first, you get the money, then you get the power
now you can pay off motherf-ckers like r kelly’s showers
keep them all silent til’ you f-cking long gone
but i’ll never give y’all closure, listen to this song
i don’t give a f-ck about my motherf-cking name
unless it’s on my gold plaque or a diamond chain
b-tch
[verse 2: emoney]
yeah i’m making plays like tom brady
and i got myself a bag and a bad lady
you and your squad is looking real shady
i’m the king of my city, you can call me jay-z
call me yeezy
the way it’s f-ck you, pay me
can’t forget about that broad i think her name was hayley
getting cash on the motherf-ckin’ d-mn daily
play with that p-ssy like it’s a f-ckin’ ukulele
crown on my head i’m a f-ckin’ king
if you talkin’ sh-t then ima f-ckin’ swing
b-tches say they love me cuz i f-ckin’ sing
handful of b-tches want a diamond ring
shoot you in yo leg that sh-t will f-cking sting
makin’ all this money and its f-cking cheese
roll up on a b-tch and then he’ll f-ckin freeze
she praying for this d-ck so she is on her knees
[verse 3: c.o.m]
she preying on this d-ck, she put a trap down
got a crib in the hills, my new trap house
bound to get more hoes, got 1000 b-tches
traded one good girl, yeah i don’t regret it
i don’t need connections, i got mob ties
hzrd gang, t.r.a.s.h. music, made it out and thrived
old b-tch i don’t need threw her to the side
i just cooked this f-cking track, i threw in some chives
me, emon, and jc we gon make this bag
96 bulls, b-tch we motherf-cking mad
we are here stay forever b-tch we ain’t no fad
the realest artists seen here, b-tch we f-cking t.r.a.s.h
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