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letra de 50 11 - jimmy the third

[prod. by nick catchdubs]

[intro]
d-mn i would, yo, i can’t remember your middle name
i would’ve, i would’ve used your middle name
as like, you know, like a subliminal or something
but i forgot that sh-t like for real for real
blood, i snapchatted your -ss yesterday
you probably already know it’s about you any motherf-cking way
bro, so what’s the motherf-cking point?

[verse 1]
you not from around? well welcome to the town
i’m down if you’re down, i’d hate to see your frown
i could only imagine with a smile so cute
i’m speechless b-tch, how you got me on mute?
skipping to hang, got me going to the crib
no you didn’t yes you did! just have my kids
they worthless, they not you, i ought to, you got to
christ himself had brought you, i been cold, you hot too
i might just be g-ssing excuse me i’m solid
i swear that there’s chemistry i know that i saw it
you like that i’m clever, i like that you’re charming
i’m the sh-t like charmin, just have all my garments
your jokes got me dead like i’m deeply departed
i counted my blessings you in that department
have all my hearts and my likes and my favorites
i’m more down than pavement you cannot debate it

[hook: wilde]
you’re the one to take me now
you’re the one to take me home
you’re the one to sing this song
and i stay and you always come
you always come back like a flashlight
shining, only you know that i love

[bridge]
found myself thinking again and again
found myself peeping again and again
found myself sleeping again and again
and again and again and again and again

[verse 2]
my name is f-cking jimmy and i do it when i do it
i pursue it i might true it i might rhythm i might blue it
i might chew it i might spit it i’m a racist i’m a bigot
i’m a ticket and a picket and i’m picky and i’m tricky
and i’m icky and a ten, got you tense in your tent
when it wasn’t my intent, i don’t mean to offend
i defend when convenient and i speak when i mean it
try and stop me, cut and copy
hotter than some f-cking coffee

i’m missing and i’m tripping
in use of hold and lifting
or some cocoa or lipton
or trojans if you tricking
(i just don’t want to come on too strong)
but i know it’s time for me to move on
i’m beginning to believe that you ain’t sh-t, you ain’t it, you ain’t that or this
i disregard who is on my tip ’cause when you hit me up i flip
i reply to the speed of light, i might’ve found my kryptonite
my heart’s broke for what i can’t afford wishing i was about that player life

[post hook]
back then hoes didn’t want me
now i’m hot, hoes all on me

[verse 3]
i wish i could turn back time
so i could lay beside and pay you mind
it felt like vine, you were my mine
my hero-ine who liked to wine
this got to be the fifty eleventh mention
to insight, not cause no tension
but if all along this had your attention
why so hesitant? why you playing and benching?
i’m talking about back then
any other options except be friends?
maybe i just want to payback, rest up, lay back
i’ll take us cruising in a maybach
i think into existence baby
my wins had been too consistent baby
hug should’ve been tighter the last time
281-330-8-double oh-4 the landline

[outro]
fifty eleven times i swore that you wanted my jock
but i guess i geeked out
and i know i’m smart enough to peep now
but you keep me doubting and losing my sleep now
i’m glo’ing up when you’re here or not
and i’m not quite sure if you hear or not
but you keep me leashed up like a newborn
i guess it’s from all that p-rn
i’ll blame you for olivia
and for you i lost weight like activia
and for you i make stories on a basis
just so i could see you again like lasik
i got the topics down like bas-m-nt
so our conversations won’t be basic
i know you would be the type to save it
you could but i will be the one to say it
with all this being said you should at least consider
i was hot when you came now i’m cold and bitter
i lost you right before the winter
wrap me with your words of comfort, i’m finna
make the first move f-cking up the rules
i’m just that kind of dude
love me for my att-tude
meet me at my lat-tude
no one would be mad at you
i’m the type to be risky boo
i got a few things to improve
we don’t got a lot to lose
well i don’t got a lot to lose
i guess you like to pity the fool
your heart really is your favorite tool
if you don’t got sh-t to do
meet me at my longitude

- jimmy the third

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