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letra de ready - jimmy rocket

lil cuz just got him a job at lids, he tryna go catch him a hat
don’t try to run, yo’ ass gettin’ hawked like trae young
ricky get, n-gga ass getting gone, get buried in an apple shirt
his ass getting hit with a mac
n-gga, them glocks came with a u-haul, that b-tch got a box attached
n-gga, don’t hit my phone asking me where i’m at
you already know where i’m at
i almost nutted but i had to switch positions
that b-tch kept throwing it back
glock with a d-ck, you better not reach for the chain
or that b-tch gon’ bust like a trojan pack
come on the souf and ask about lu jimmy
they gon’ tell you he overactin’
i’m this sh-t, go get in the field, i ain’t responding diss
hit, neighbors like, “what that was?”
that’s a f-ckin’ switch
n-gga send shots like doctors ’til my young spinna
come mask up like he sick
why you mad ’bout a b-tch? man, that hoe for d-ck
keep a glock ’cause i know n-ggas watching like a wrist
just like enterprise, a young n-gga been through a lot of sh-t
in this diss, i’m with a janitor, we ridin’ with mops and sh-t
don’t be in yo’ feelings ’bout a b-tch, yo’ ass betta stop that sh-t
two-tone rocket chain from wafi, these diamonds hittin’, huh
think that switch came with a bad speech, that b-tch be hittin’, huh
they said jimmy been him, brah, i been one
drop that low just like a washing machine, go spin some
huh, uh huh, huh
man, these n-ggas hiding like perry the platypus
bro throw that mask on like jim carrey
we just f-cking, huh, don’t think we all in, we ain’t going steady
glock on me, i’m dat ready
f-cked ha friend, i’m dat petty
you in dat field, better be ready
get dat low, bro, you ready
dem n-ggas ain’t drop dat low, dey ain’t ready
i sent dat low to the hoe, she ready
shoot at his top, look like spaghetti
young knight strapped like tommy vercetti
we bring glocks to the party, we the one leave sh-t hot, no nelly

if i call you my bro or call you my fam, i gotcha
these n-ggas love talking on that web, these n-ggas like peter parker
n-gga, i put dat sh-t on every day, i’m drippin’ sauce like tartar
lil’ cuz love them switches, but he want dat drac ’cause it hit harder
bro said he gotta go to court, ain’t talkin’ ’bout vince carter
thick b-tch with a nice ass, dat hoe gettin’ bussed like marta
ain’t second strings, everybody ’round me some f-ckin’ starters
everybody ’round ’em totin’ a cutter, everybody ’round me some f-cking barbers
they be sayin’, “jimmy, chill,” but n-ggas keep on hating and dissing
i know you tender ’bout dat hoe, keep on talking, ima have ha missin’
john madden where i’m from, drop dat low and them spinnas blitzing
rocket on me, better not reach for this rocket pendant or i’m hittin’
huh, uh huh, huh
man, these n-ggas hiding like perry the platypus
bro throw that mask on like jim carrey
we just f-cking, huh, don’t think we all in, we ain’t going steady
glock on me, i’m dat ready
f-cked ha friend, i’m dat petty
you in dat field, better be ready
get dat low, bro, you ready
dem n-ggas ain’t drop dat low, dey ain’t ready
i sent dat low to the hoe, she ready
shoot at his top, look like spaghetti
young knight strapped like tommy vercetti
we bring glocks to the party, we the one leave sh-t hot, no nelly

- jimmy rocket

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