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letra de mardi gras - jimmy rocket

turn em up some in headphones
let’s go let’s go
let’s go let’s go let’s go
n-gga
[verse 1]
can’t cuff no thot that ho gettin’ f-cked and passed like a qb option
everybody around me puttin’ that sh-t on
b-tch, i get flyer than mary poppins
you ain’t gang, n-ggas be jumping from cl!ck to cl!ck, they hopscotching
n-ggas be hard on web like spider-man ’til these hollows have ’em hollering
b-tch, i’m a king, told that b-tch treat my d-ck like a whopper and suck it sloppy
you n-ggas p-ssy
since a young n-gga been in that field like deandre hopkins
promoters booked me for a show, i’m dwayne johnson
n-gga, get it rockin’
reach for my chain, n-gga, know i ain’t goin’ on gang
gеt stretched out like somе stockings
i can’t hang with outside n-ggas
they don’t keep it a buck like four quarters
black truck tinted up when i pop out
i’m loki like thor’s brother
try to set me up, i’ma come out the house shootin’ like tyrese on four brothers
she on facetime showing me ass and titties
she thicker than peanut b-tter
ayy, all my opps be p-ssy, they john cena ’cause we barely see them hoes
like some poetry, my dog locked in that pen, so i’m screaming free the bros
soon as the n-gga reach, i’ma light this b-tch up like some twinkle toes
you think it’s fashion? weekly holes in his fit like i sell yeezy clothes
i’m outside, keep my head on a swivel, the streets had drove me crazy
rocket chain, feel like i won seven rings, i feel like tom brady
i’ma always keep it real, never fake, even if they try to pay me
bet not try, gon’ be shots on stonewall, tell yo’ ass won’t make it to grady
we send shots like alcohol
who that creepin’ in that window just like microsoft?
it’s gettin’ hot inside this b-tch just like a molotov
i got hoes showing titties like it’s mardi gras
he keep asking, is he gang? n-gga, not at all
pop up out that car, start bl!cking sh-t like set it off
yo’ homie got inside that room and he gon’ tell it all
i’m a real soufside baby, we was at welcome all

i’ma always keep it real with my potnas
i can’t switch up for no dollar
nine on me like iguodala
diamonds water like a fiji bottle
i can’t go back and forth with lil’ bro
you won’t even catch me tweeting ’bout ’em
thuggin’ like pac, n-gga play, get hit up
just like some lemons, they’ll squeeze ’bout me

we send shots like alcohol
who that creepin’ in that window just like microsoft?
it’s gettin’ hot inside this b-tch just like a molotov
i got hoes showing titties like it’s mardi gras
he keep asking, is he gang? n-gga, not at all
pop up out that car, start bl!cking sh-t like set it off
yo’ homie got inside that room and he gon’ tell it all
i’m a real soufside baby, we was at welcome all

- jimmy rocket

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