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letra de nimbus - jfreakwency

[verse 1: yung trav]

lil b-tch wanna come f-ck wit us
crack the seal and i pour another cup
i’ma light this spliff
go and split that dutch
pull up on ’em with the hammer, nail ’em up (like whoa)
choppa be loaded, you run up, get folded
i split ’em up like beeferoni (like sheesh)
the loud is so potent, you smell it from miles away
probably even the country’s
a youngin’ be rollin’
like f-ck all the sh-t that they talkin’
pull up with poles and i poke it
cause i be patrollin’
can’t f-ck with snakes and you know it
i pull up and hop out and blow it (like cut, ayy)
bad b-tch rollin’ with us (skrrt)
f-ckin’ me, f-ckin’ my bro (errk)
run to the money, my love (ayy)
addin’ it, addin’ it up (whoa)

[verse 2: jf]

hold up, wait, yah (x7)
hold up, hold up, hold up

i don’t compromise, i just concentrate
lost his faith
young boy lost his way
hungry as f-ck, b-tch better toss a plate
lost in pain
what’s gonna be the cost today?
motherf-cker, my heart probably gonna frost today
toss decay
tell death walk away
f-ck dying i’m about to go off today
(yawk, yawk)
i don’t know who i’ma pop today
hold up
i don’t know
y’all gotta be lying saying i don’t flow
there isn’t any f-cking length to which i won’t go
b-tch i’ll k!ll back to back just to get that dough (yah)
i tell no lie
put your hands together and pray to your sky
so just act afraid, you can throw some shade
but you better not act like you don’t know why (yuh)

[verse 3: yung trav]

the love and the hate (ouu)
my pistol gon’ spray you
i count up the bands (aye)
finessing the bank (ouu)
f-ck her, no hands
pull up in a trans am
drop top in a new land
i’ll f-ck on his b-tch
i ain’t got no plans
no time for the old sayings
i’ma fill up this clip
shoot it and it won’t jam
pull it out and i ain’t playin’
boom, boom, boom, b-tch
on the block all day
serve you up in the hallway
she love my d-ck
i ain’t got no taste
no time for the old games
you ain’t hittin’ my spliff, don’t act like you know me
in the trap with the ogs
we move them bricks

[bridge]

molly, dope, molly, molly, molly, dope, molly, dope (x3)
(yeah we moving that dope)
molly, dope, molly, molly, molly, dope

[verse 4: jf]

look
i ain’t slept in like a week
i ain’t really had a reason to
i’ve been slow and coming on the creep
mood’s changing like the seasons do
i’ve been f-ckin’ acting like a freak
i ain’t really even meaning to
and i’m slowly working towards the peak
you can say i took the scenic route
so i’m running and running
and gunning and gunning
i go through this sh-t to deliver it
b-tch i got ten brothers
from like ten mothers
different skin colors
what’s the difference?
they do not understand
i’m from another land
where you don’t judge a man
just cause you f-ckin’ can
what the f-ck’s up with that?
that sh-t is f-cking whack
some of the best i know straight from the gutter, fam
slow it down with this rappin’
let you all know what’s happenin’
in my own life, cause my own strife
really got me thinkin’ bout capping
my own sh-t
like f-ck it’s done
we gon’ do this sh-t until we f-ckin’ won
so you better perk up, f-ckin’ pay attention
cause you all gon’ listen once the ruckus done

[outro: yung trav]

- jfreakwency

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