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letra de closet whore - jib

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(jib)
to many hoes hitting my jack
me and my boys come in a pack
f-ckin your b-tch up in the back
up in my bed look like a snack
i come in smooth then i attack
step out the booth, i drop a track
sayin’ she love me, don’t get attatched

(yeahh)

(buzz43)

1985 is when mj started scorin
2025 is buzz is world tourin
it’s buzz and jib that’s what got these b-tches whorin’
got morty by my side, now where the f-ck is rick goin’
so i smoked a f-ckin pound
runnin’ out of bullets
so i gotta couple rounds
runnin’ out of money
so i flipped a couple pounds
had to break that sh-t up
no, i had to break that sh-t down
i can’t do it 9-5
everything is all so lit now
when i’m livin’ like a g
if you want a feature man that sh-t come with a fee
im jabbin’ at these rappers, man i’m stingin’ like a bee
when it comes to lyrics im before the letter b

(chorus buzz43)

got too many problems and too many hoes
don’t pay them no mind, i leave them alone
we can not be cool cause you f-ck with the ops
your time as run out b-tches look at the clock
im phase switchin’ through the ways
and staying in one lane
cause all you people do too much
and i don’t wanna hear excuses
like night i don’t wanna hear you b-tches hush

(jib)
pull up like curry
suckin’ on my d-ck and i’m in a hurry
f-ckin’ your b-tch and i ain’t worried
shes so curvy up in my closet
sh-t gets blurry f-ckin’ your b-tch
actin lowkey for that blowy
tryna be holy
slowly fading away from the fame
for that game
for that d-ck
ain’t no love for that b-tch
she want the l-st
not the love
she ain’t faithful
she just playful
suck on my d-ck and thats in the playbook
hittin the three just like westbrook
saw that b-tch hittin’ up pembroke
so i went, just for the hook-up
got her shook up
when i popped out to the party
playin’ carti
ain’t no darty
f-ckin’ your b-tch, shes a thottie
god d-mn, what a shawty
actin’ naughty
poppin’ that p-ssy up in the lobby
thats a hobby
doin’ the dash
like steve nash
i got the cash
im tryna smash
and this b-tch belong up in the f-ckin trash (yo)
(yeah)
and imma leave her just like that (yo)

(that yo)

and imma leaver her just like that (yo)

(chorus buzz43)

got too many problems and too many hoes
don’t pay them no mind, i leave them alone
we can not be cool cause you f-ck with the ops
your time as run out b-tches look at the clock
im phase switchin’ through the ways
and staying in one lane
cause all you people do too much
and i don’t wanna hear excuses
like night i don’t wanna hear you b-tches hush

- jib

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