letra de narcissistic (final phase) - jimmy from da block
[intro]
ay, young jimmy
(young jimmy)
ay
[verse]
get me mad, i might start spinning
f-cked a b-tch last night on a perk
she was mad, i couldn’t finish
ima get what i deserve
i told you, i can’t kick the cup
i cannot kick the syrup
my bro wanna spin
just pick the block it’s getting burnt
[hook]
i’m on the phone with my demons, huh
i’m on the phone with my plug
i should of worked at cvs, the way i’m promoting the drugs
you ain’t never tried these drugs before got ya’ b-tch geeking up
she thought she can do better than me
i’m treating that hoe like a ash tray
i like to ride in the fast lane
i ran this sh-t up the fast way
back when i was broke she ain’t wan’ f-ck me till that cash came
no, i cannot cuff her, i can’t wife her, give her my last name
all these b-tches say i’m narcissistic, playing mind games
it’s my turn to play
i turned my feelings off, hey, this my final phase, huh
i got my b-tches off, i’m on that time today, huh
i’m breaking all the laws, i don’t know anything
and we can go to war, bet they gone feel this pain
i got your b-tch on the right track, okay, lets run a train, huh
i’m trying to put my hood on the map
i don’t care ’bout all this fame
can’t be your superman, b-tch, you ain’t lois lane
i’m with them shooters man
[verse 2]
knock that n-gga off, i’m trying to see him dead
i would cry to if the percocet i got was pressed
my block a drive through come and get the work our sh-t is fresh
come make a stop or two, we got what you need, our sh-t the best
n-ggas ‘poppin anything, how you take that pill you know its ‘fet
got no manners, no respect
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what you said
where you from? throw up the set
up my gun you know the rest
i like the way she suck my d-ck, i told that b-tch, don’t use no hands
[hook]
i’m on the phone with my demons, huh
i’m on the phone with my plug
i should of worked at cvs, the way i’m promoting the drugs
you ain’t never tried these drugs before got ya’ b-tch geeking up
she thought she can do better than me
i’m treating that hoe like a ash tray
i like to ride in the fast lane
i ran this sh-t up the fast way
back when i was broke she ain’t wan’ f-ck me till that cash came
no, i cannot cuff her, i can’t wife her, give her my last name
all these b-tches say i’m narcissistic, playing mind games
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