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letra de rappity raps - jid

[verse 1: jid]
aw sh-t look
i’m bringin’ rap back, i’m bringin’ that rappity-rap sh-t back
i’m bringin’ that runnin’ the track sh-t back pass the hasta for you pass don’t crash that sh-t
i’m bringin’ the gas back in a backpack pa-pa-pa-pack your bags baby, baby i ain’t mad at that, it don’t matter better dead it
you will see me in a minute i’ma get the mac and get some f-ckin’ money
i ain’t got a plan, but i got a gun, i don’t need your hands, i ain’t takin’ chromes
show me to your land, i’ma k!ll your lamb, burn your farm i’m the man
take an arm and a leg, head, dead, fed to the pigs
yeah yeah n-gga i ain’t scared
shakin’ tables throwin’ chairs
poke the bear, smokin’ gas, smokey bear
chest froze, polar bear
lame n-ggas over there, you the same, go over thеre
take his chain, souvenir
chip his tooth, a nеw veneer
hit the booth and who appear?
who [?], who don’t fear me? you gon’ feel the force, fifty times more
doors gettin’ torn off the hinges
jiddy [?], rev the engine

[verse 2: kenny mason]
i’ma have to get my dogs out of the dog pound ‘fore they k!ll something
i don’t need to have a tall mutt, i ain’t seen sh-t, i ain’t did nun
i don’t tell her nothin’ false i been a real one since a lil one
i’ma have to pass on the p-ssy but i don’t mind gettin’ my d-ck sucked
i’ma have to have my ears up i don’t know these n-ggas in the 6 bruh
they don’t really make me flinch bruh, ’cause my big bruh got a clip bruh
i’m a problem, i’m a big one all the opps finna have to cl!ck up
n-gga playin’ like nintendo, that extendo make him switch up
[interlude: jid]
oh sh-t
tryna find myself i need to change, oh my god
asking god to grow it start to rain, oh my god
ridin’ through the city in my range, oh my god
thinkin’ about blowin’ out your brains

[verse 3: jid]
i was doin’ bad, not the racks
now im like giannis at the rec, uh
got a chain, but he came with some [?]
back to back to back but we ain’t goin’ back, what
with a pump, no asthma i attack ’till i see plasma
screen-scan we k!ll cancers
in my stance i’m smoother than a f-cking praying mantis
praying hands for anyone thinkin’ of playin’ games
i got the typical flows to keep you n-ggas on the tip of yo’ toes
i got the go-ahead, the give and go, the get a n-gga shakin’ like a silly stripper b-tch on a pole
i’m at your forehead, get off my gonads, i said it before this, i really be zonin’
zone 6, we door-kick then stole kicks from drove whips, for joyrides and then ditched ’em
temple checkin’ we checkin’ n-ggas temperature
delicatessen, the breadwinner, let us pray over the dinner while they prey on us
you get the picture, i am not the victim
put a bounty on your head, quick to [?] a n-gga
on the run, rip a ligament
my pigment, grab pen or throw the pigskin
i slit wrists dead serious ’bout my business benjamins
morticians couldn’t figure out who limbs this is
ten out of ten i’m in something tinted, brain tilted
crane kick a n-gga straight through the ceiling, no hard feelings

- jid

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