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letra de toast freestyle (runaway remix/kanye diss) - jim jones

[intro – jim jones]
people might hear this and they might take it the wrong way
that’s what people do
like i give a f-ck
they gonna think we starting trouble like usual
but we just viewing our opinion
some people might get offended
i ain’t trying to ruffle n0body feathers
but you n-ggas ain’t gonna do sh-t

[verse 1 – jim jones]
now, i’m always flying, always driving something new
and it makes me cry for half the sh-t that i’ve been through
so gifted back then when it came to selling the c0ke
so now we pop rose every night just to make a toast

[hook]
let’s have a toast for the pushers
let’s make a toast to the strippers
to the connects when we re-up
knocking points off when we meet up
let’s have a toast to the new porsche
the one you b-tches in when we murk off
baby, i got a plan
i’mma need you to cook a thousand grams

[verse 2 – cam’ron]
i f-ck with hoes that do check scams
and pop e pills, yeah, call ’em x-clan
so i tell ’em, “vanglorious”
‘elz neo, the one; cam’s morpheus
dipset, yeah, you know who’s scorching this
all of these kids should open a d-mn orphanage
what up jetlag? what up sin city?
k!llers first, k!lla first; n-ggas been pretty
and kanye, you a sucker n-gga
dis dame, so my att-tude is “f-ck a n-gga”
sucking jigga, how you gonna live with that?
took your beat — now, come get it back
f-ck what mama say, whip color is marmalade
modern-day wilt chamberlain, hoes andale
yeah malibu, boo, but it’s dom today
shout to weeso coming home, tone, john, and dre, ay

[verse 3 – jim jones]
and half these rap n-ggas still living a facade
mention my name and i’ll be thinking that they hard
but catch them out of bounds, and they ain’t really like that
catch us out of town, and we be living like that
spent thirty thou, but we ’bout it on the flight back
ash call yandy, one show and get it right back
think about the strip where i used to spend nights at
spent nights on blocks where n-ggas lost they life at
some got shot up, hospital, went right back
to the same block where they could have lost their life at
d-mn, and shout out to my n-gga zoe
he used to laugh when he’d hear me say, “give ’em more”
miami nights at the club, jumping in the v
you know the rich get richer, hungry never eat
but f-ck that, n-gga, i’mma need a plate of chow
no f-ck that, n-gga, i’mma need a plate of chow’s
last whip i bought, that’s a hard ninety thou’
i’m married to the game and didn’t say my vows, ow

[outro – jim jones]
i ain’t say my grace, neither
bow your head, don’t be disrespectful
like i was saying before, you might not understand this
you might not figure this out
we on a different side of the thing
just lift your gl-sses up
put your bottles in the sky
let’s have a toast for this money we’ve been getting
let’s have a toast for n-ggas getting back together, real n-ggas
a toast to the haters, because without you there would be no me, n-gga
you smell me?
ain’t n0body pressed they luck, we still on deck, f-cker
you know what we do
we fly high and die hard, motherf-cker
anything less is uncivilized

- jim jones

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