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letra de stargate - jigztheflyer

[produced by ky, wizzo, and jiggy hendrix]

[verse 1]
smokin’ this flame, b-tch i’m off the chain
i’m too raw, uncut cocaine
got a lot dope sh-t in my brain
prayin’ to a god every god d-mn day
ride through my city in a all black fit
from the east coast where the cold so brick
my n-ggas do trap, we be on that sh-t
but a n-gga just grindin’ for that all black 6
hunnit benz, a hunnit friends
all poppin outta nowhere now
is it cause he came up here to f-ck the game up?
g ice cold make a ho go down
(where?) down to the floor, pick it up slow
wiggle that -ss look at all that go
i’m from the cut where the n-ggas get buck
when they play meek mill and the club explode
talk real slow when he on that po
spit that flow but my t–th ain’t gold
at least not yet, finna send in the mold
and now i’m finna shine on all ya’ll hoes
cause all i know is get that dough
stay low key n-gga, f-ck these hoes
get yo bread, never mind what they said
if it don’t make money then it don’t make sense

[refrain]
f-ck n-gga (ahhh) i really can’t take this sh-t
mothaf-ckas out better recognize this
the way i go in every time i spit
n-ggas want beats better send that grip
now you wanna work cause i’m on my sh-t?
a&rs start to show love to the kid
cause them other n-ggas sh-t don’t sound like this
(what it sound like?)

[hook]
sound like i’m jumpin outta stargate
(i got bangers n-gga listen)
sound like i’m jumpin outta stargate
(and i got bangers n-gga listen)
(and i got bangers n-gga listen)

[verse 2]
gotta b-tch look like cleopatra
brown skin, tell a f-ck n-gga back up
about cheese like a green bay packer
bout green if you need that ask us
godd-mn i wanna drive them cars
drop top live life like a star
godd-mn i wanna f-ck them hoes
one day n-gga watch how it go
from the east to the west only f-ck with the best
a beautiful mind, hoes tell me i’m blessed
cause when i go in they feel it in they chest
when i roll up it’s never the stress
she ran into me and now she your ex
sorry about that but nevertheless
whenever i’m home she bless me with dome
i play the new tracks she say i’m the best
and yeah baby that’s true
play no games n-ggas know how i do
tryna get money you should try that too
dread head sw-ng make her want to come through
on that juice and we smoke that whoo
lit like a b-tch, let me speak my truth
food in my belly stereo is makaveli
there ain’t nothin’ you could tell me, this is all i do (i do, i do)

[refrain] + [hook]

- jigztheflyer

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