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letra de j-walking - jellyes

[hook]
i don’t even know what they want
put em’ on a shirt baby, i can’t let em’ walk
i be too fly in this sh-t, too hard
put em’ in the sky baby, pray they see god
put em’ in a box nailed shut, that’s a coffin
baby too toxic
on this sh-t too sl!ck, j-walking
where’s my manners? i lost em
i can’t see my problems

[verse 1]
scratch the numbers off of the side
hundred-fifty down 95
f-ck 12 that’s my only vibe
half these losers ain’t eye-to-eye
in-fighting in they own clique
like they on one, you ain’t on sh-t
you ain’t top five on your own list
you ain’t pay for nothing, you ain’t own sh-t
yeah this now, is what sound is
you ain’t tough boy, you a full b-tch
you ain’t seen someone this cold since
that one boy k!lled his own kid
now how could they live up to that sh-t
me and the boys on our kobe and shaq sh-t
we got the ball in our court, f-ck the passing
yeah you was hard but that’s all in the past tense
[hook]
i don’t even know what they want
put em’ on a shirt baby, i can’t let em’ walk
i be too fly in this sh-t, too hard
put em’ in the sky baby, pray they see god
put em’ in a box nailed shut, that’s a coffin
baby too toxic
on this sh-t too sl!ck, j-walking
where’s my manners? i lost em
i can’t see my problems

[verse 2]
scratch the numbers off of the side
russians models and they modified
banana clips holding thirty-five
d-o-a like
half of these f-ckers be dead to me anyway
they ain’t got drive like i said i ain’t kidding aye
that ain’t no effort boy, that sh-t was minute made
i know the sound that i want and i emulate
big ass claps and 808s that are f-cking the track up
i am so f-cked up, i put it in drive and i still might just back up
i don’t even know what they want
they want me lacking my confidence
back on that hugging the mic when i’m talking sh-t
i wanna revert your mind back to home and revisit the awkwardness
b-tch i’m on my sh-t again, still breathing, new teases
f-ck a new album 20 more features
once every year was a lie i’m leaving
they could never check my ego
all they do is talk that talk
they could never bust it down and walk that walk
they talk they sh-t they get hit like bop
grab em’ by the maw and i break they jaw
they can’t see me where i’m at, i’m too far
i put em’ in a box they get dumped right off
fanta and bryce done created a monster
jump on that rage and i turn to a pop-star
they want experiments get what you wanted
i am too up in this sh-t i ain’t stopping
[hook]
i don’t even know what they want
put em’ on a shirt baby, i can’t let em’ walk
i be too fly in this sh-t, too hard
put em’ in the sky baby, pray they see god
put em’ in a box nailed shut, that’s a coffin
baby too toxic
on this sh-t too sl!ck, j-walking
where’s my manners? i lost em
i can’t see my problems

- jellyes

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