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letra de 3. sign shit - jezu$, kumor

[intro: jezu$]
boy you acting crazy, where your mind at
i’ll cut off your head, leave it where they leave the blind at
have yo’ family crying, begging police help them find it
don’t give me no pen nigga, i ain’t ’bout to sign shit

ay got d-mn jezu$, boy you be swagged up man
you got all that swagg, all them hoes be on you cause you be so swagged up
i’m tryna take some of yo’ swagg and get some of that swagg man, got d-mn man

[verse 1: jezu$]
put the pounds in the trash can, jezu$ do the dishes
you been sleepin’ on me nigga, take a look what you been missin’
i won’t change up on my niggas, swear to god i’m never switching
had to change up on my b-tch, i swear to god she started b-tchin’
you be plottin’ on me nigga, you and all them hoes that’s with ya
it’s a problem, bring it to me, it ain’t nothing i can’t fix
you a pussy -ss nigga, you ain’t never hit no licks
i been tryna dodge my cases, stack my bread and pay my rent
paparazzi bring they camera, they see 6set they want pics
get yo’ b-tch out my dm, she always tryna tweet a nigga
and a nigga wanna be like me, but he’ll never be the nigga
anytime i throw a function, it ain’t never free for niggas
ima put my foot on they throat, ain’t no breathing nigga
ima roll this backwood, and it ain’t no chiefin’ nigga
ain’t no dissing if you pussy, ain’t no need for beefin’ with ya
yeah she came with ya, if she me then she leaving nigga
put a tie on my .45 and let you have a meeting with him

[verse 2: kumor]
i got niggas in the county, but they chilling on the low
florida water with yo b-tch, and i don’t even need a boat
vvs i gotta have it, man something gotta go
i don’t even that b-tch, i told her -ss she had to go
she was scheming on a nigga, f-cking niggas on the low
back then them niggas hated, i was posted on the grove
now [?] trap money, lil soso never broke
if you keep on talking shit, then i might really f-ck yo hoe
hotbox the whip, that’s a suicide
smoking on this gas, hope i don’t die
couple real niggas with me chilling, yeah they down to ride
back then i was poor, i used to eat them pork ‘n rines
now i call [?], nigga yeah i’m stupid paid
yeah my b-tch a lemon, but that pussy taste like lemonade
how you a hot nigga, you ain’t been on yo’ 3rd degree
vvs shining, that’s why these niggas mad at me

[outro: jezu$]
boy you acting crazy, where your mind at
i’ll cut off your head, leave it where they leave the blind at
have yo’ family crying, begging police help them find it
don’t give me no pen nigga, i ain’t ’bout to sign shit

- jezu kumor

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