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letra de heather - jid

[verse 1: l.e.]
as i looked at my watch and try to gather my thoughts
that was locked in a box, outside, the reflect of the clock
that was on my wall, aw dog, you been thinkin’ a lot
drinkin’ a lot of the lean and smokin’ the pot
heather swallowed my d-ck and called it her black c-ck
and said that she’ll be back so don’t tax for the crack rock
and i’m like, “you could bet not,” better get you some snapshots
in your mind of some type ’cause i’m a stand up type of guy
you’ll be surprised what these b-tches’ll do
keep my blunts rolled, pr-nto, even give me they soul
if you don’t know then i know what you didn’t befo’
are you convinced that i’m the prince that told that y’ain’t know?
sorry, didn’t mean to fool ya, but yeah i’m the manure
can i get a hallelujah? baby it’s michael jr
sorry, didn’t mean to fool ya, but baby i’m the manure
can i get a hallelujah? ’cause b-tch it’s michael jr

[chorus: j.i.d]
wa da la dang
wa da la dang dang
i wrote this sh-t when i ain’t have a dollar mane
wa da la dang
wa da la dang dang
i wrote this sh-t when i ain’t have a dollar mane
wa da la dang
wa da la dang dang
i wrote this sh-t when i ain’t have a dollar mane
wa da la dang
wa da la
i wrote this sh-t when i ain’t have a dollar mane

[verse 2: j.i.d]
yeah, i seen your face real big on the poster
walled you out, now it serves as a coaster
live mixtape, download it to a folder
play it, delete it, sh-t was slowin’ up my modem
hope you quick enough to dodge the shots n-ggas throwin’
head, shoulders, arm, back, stomach, scr-t-m
oh, but we ain’t done yet, we bustin’ ’til the sunset
let’s get a little deeper, we ain’t even havin’ fun yet
l.e. said i’m humble as f-ck and i could stunt
be loud, smellin’ myself, sh-t, i’ll leave it to my blunt
once i’m done with this flow, i’ll leave it to a dust
let ’em f-ck it up, cocaine your nose with a uppercut
f-ck is up? feelin’ so anti-sober
in ny looking for leaf like a clover
[?] pr-nto [?] what you wan’ do
do what your mind can’t do, finna go on the run though, holla

[verse 3: hollywood jb]
bang, bang, whoever thought you’d find
a iller group of n-ggas who was rollin’ in the same gang
been goin’ b-lls to the walls, now it’s time to let my nuts hang
and i’m still hustling, n-ggas still tryin’ to jock the slang
and they b-tch is lookin’ for a c-ck to swing on
go up and down, get they stock exchange on
the ride get rough so hang on, and i just do me
and i’m so lati’ i could f-ck around and get my sang on
ah ahem, like
u-n-i-t-y, and we all equal but if you and i was ever tied
then i prob’ly wasn’t doin’ somethin’ right
like when i p-ss and hiccup at the same time
and then i hit your chick up like, “what you doin’ tonight?”
and then she send me pictures of that -ss, so that -ss in disguise
you know she doin’ the plank on the vine
where you plank on the wood while the guy’s in recline
i think it’s called the ride to the sky
i ain’t really sure, i just heard it was tight
d-mn, what’s with the evil eye?
i’m chill, no i’m not a evil guy
not a fan of lettin’ all that bullsh-t fly y’all jump on
i just like to lead, want to follow? then come on
y’all chose the same path, i found another to run on
and when i get on top i got a lot of n-ggas to stunt on

- jid

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