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letra de juiced freestyle - jimmy the human & dmn benji

[verse 1: jimmy the human]
i don’t wanna get it too live sh-t
i been hanging wit the boo, 5′ 6″
i been looking at the true ties n em loose ties in that truth i spit
everything you wanna do i did
if you got that chew, i dip
get ahead n now my crew thriving n too dominant who wanna get juiced over my jukebox?
leave a brother hanging from the rooftop
nothing on your lady but the tube socks
leave the p-ssy leaking from the boom box n that juice box become loose box
give her back, when she shoe shop
eat it up n make another food stop
half of the people hate me and half of the people probably want me inside of ’em like a flu shot
bad women, bad beginnings
hot midsection
no feelings, and a sad finish with a happy ending like, uh
but see the rap game is like trash picking
most of this sh-t is garbage now, gotta dig hard to find magnificence uh
still in economy never ride slow
thinking i’mma probably get to first cl-ss, and then end up looking back, wishing i was broke
like “f-ck”, but what else to do?
help is too hard to find, i tried hard to save the
world, and i ended up feeling selfish too, sh-t

[chorus: jimmy the human]
i been seeing color, speaking color, speaking bands
i can dream in color, dream of commas, dream of bands (oh)
i been seeing color, speaking color, speaking bands
i been seeing bands i been seeing bands (oh)
(2x)

[verse 2: dmn benji]
cheetah print on my b-tch
tell your kids not to listen
won’t clean but i glisten
you might have to stop all that old fat lady
b-tching
smoking all of your mids and
you don’t take care of your kids and
wait
now i’m dripping!
i don’t care if you listen
just make sure when you see me
keep it pure like it’s fiji
cause you don’t know where i might be
and you don’t know what you might see
lost way too many b-tches i ain’t worried about
true love with my bank account
you just might not make it out
behind the back how i fake ’em out
you get b-tches you take ’em out
we the mafia we wear ’em out
gears grinding, we air ’em out

[skit: jimmy the human and dmn benji]
ew, dude! “gears grinding we air them out?!? are you serious? you actually thought that sounded good?”
“man… f-ck it. at least i gave y’all what you wanted.”
(beer cans crumpling)

[verse 3: jimmy the human]
and became what i wanted
soul so cold, but the flame be the hottest
“oh no no”, what they say when i’m on it
i don’t know your name, i just came, for the commas
and the dash, and the sp-ce, but i aim for the comets
bang with a sonnet
hey girl, i’m sorry that you’re cute, but you really ain’t the flavor i wanted
hate to break it to you baby girl, but if we vibing in the club and you don’t shake it, we ain’t made for each other
mini james finna harden
and i see your b-tch name in the comments
and when i give your p-ssy -ss a check
just understand it ain’t a banker deposit
i see the p-ssion n the pain in the project
and the fact that i’m insane when i’m on it
i want to get this sh-t going from maine to bahamas
and then sleep the whole way there with a mattress in a plane with a sauna

[verse 4: dmn benji]
i could drive this game into the ground without an engineer
whip the kicks the feet the wheels the motor mouth the engine ears
i don’t want to hear about your soundcloud when the drunkest f-cking hype man at my show is more talented than your engineer

[verse 5: jimmy the human]
the end is near
dropped out of college n now i’m on top of the freshman cl-ss
guess i’m a n-z- with grammar because i’m correcting these sinners with techs and mags
yes, you’re f.a.t
f-ck it, you’re fugly and trash
got no respect for that
you’re like a bodybuilder with obesity got up on stage and then flex the flab, it’s gross (it’s gross!)

[verse 6: dmn benji]
give me the loot and i’ll dash
we in that jag and it’s fast
p-ss me the cash
jagged edge of my past
but we past that
only show love if the -ss fat
it ain’t real love i can’t mask that
now i got money in nasdaq
that b-tch looking fragile, a gl-ss back
tell me that that ain’t a flashback
she take it well and she snap back
i like these girls with an att-tude
tell you what’s real they won’t flatter you

outro:
woman: i ain’t playin’ with you, i ain’t playin’ with you
man: where’d he take you to dinner?
woman: i told you, to the chinese place, n-gga
man: you eat ten whoppers and sh-t?
woman: no! first beginning he took me to chinese
man: he took yo -ss to all you can eat buffet, didn’t he?
woman: no he did not!

- jimmy the human dmn benji

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