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letra de dog's breakfast - jegz1

rat tail esh want smoke just spike his bud
take kevin’s b-tch pm her like rudd
i’m brown like chocolate, you f-cks say mud
speak on my name get dripped in blood

168 the ends still strong
you think you run it mah bah you’re wrong
ching man up might call him chong
she was my bubba i’ll sing him a song

168 with the straps, you’re looney
all my opps black like call of duty
god the only judge, don’t f-ck with judy
pipe up a 10 punani was juicy
chef so hard they call me a foodie
ching man up like jinchikuri
f-ck with my shotta’s you turn to a smoothie

broken again, oh what a surprise
they just friends thot don’t tell lies
that was the last time i’ll ever cry
f-ck with my business you’ll miss one i

brownskin boy with a strap don’t test me
shotta’s out camping they getting all lurky
they all want beef but i smoked ’em like jerky
wallah, i’ll still be trapping at 30
no youngin does it like me
they all just asked for a g
never thought i’d make bare p’s
made 10 stacks, never felt free
slept in cars but i stayed on my grind
kicked out of home, school on my mind
inshallah imma make it out of this life
got one call, the shotta’s in strife
leaving the block don’t forget your knife

yeah, when you leave the block don’t forget your knife

look, they wanna talk sh-t in converses
gang at the station, you’re gonna need nurses
don’t give no f-cks, might rack your purses
168, man’s got bare lurkers
stomp up his head, don’t need no burqa
touch my girl you might get murdered

you might get murdered

like, k-mar a f-ggot, may as well teach math
wears fake sh-t, you got f-ck all cash
if you ever saw me, you’d probably dash
like ethnic monopoly, f-ck a lash
your brain’s all f-cked got too much mash
selling them brownies, i don’t wear no sash
i don’t wear no sash
one call, one word, your gang’s all gone
topboy in your ends, shot food on your lawn
wasteman, why in the f-ck were you born
mans got your queen and you’re the p-wn

you men just aren’t all smart yutes
never watched star wars, got the force like brute
run up on your boy, stole his loot
and it’s not my fault your crush want’s a root

they all want a little smoke
i laughed a bit, i thought they joke
their hooks feel like a poke
brown boy got gassed just like a coke
might ching man up, i’m never broke
stab his left side like a stroke
just like a stroke

i sin hard like johnny
told her say my name, then i copped a gobby
h-lla bands, i’m rich like roddy
for now, imma stick to thotties
imma stick to thotties

i went hard like chem
don’t simp like blem
might colonise that boy and take his gem
-cough- -cough- ahem
while i learn about an amine
you like to sniff on that ketamine
punched him so hard my fist need betadine
f-ck with the boy, i’ll half your spleen

c-nt what do you mean, f-ck it lets go harder
i push so much crop, men think i’m a farmer
girl under me, don’t need no armour
ends a lot calmer
confess to the pastor
work to the point white boys call me master
what would you rather
hustle outta lanka
grind on her bumpa

most likely the latter
stomped his head created a new state of matter
f-ck the chatter
9mm saw his brain just splatter

- jegz1

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