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letra de 11pm in anaheim (full ver.) - jimmyvjones

[intro]

facts
i just want everyone to know that
i’m thankful for everything that got me here
but you know that
i’m the one who put the pen to the paper
so you should be thanking me

[verse 1]

i’m the one who made the final decision
why ain’t it you who writes outside of prison
this man don’t even know how to do division
perhaps you might need some religion
go pray to the lord and get some supervision
maybe at that point you might get some recognition
as a gospel artist, but you’d be out of commsion
with the release of your first album, you’ll be forced back into submission
huh, hear that bass drop?
this how you know jpbeatz make this bop
we now a flight going nonstop
passengers, buckle up, cause we never gonna drop
this beat may only go for three and a half minutes
i gotta drink a glass of guinness and get pushed to my limits
my servants don’t squeeze out the pivots, i do it myself
sounding like a frog, you should try hearing yourself
it’s sort of a thing inside itself
i do it too, to make myself sound better
maybe your parents should have provided better
three years ago, i sent her a letter
i didn’t write again, cause i didn’t wanna upset her
man, what you saying, you bed-wetter?
he’s 22 and wears diapers only for the better
honestly, do you guys want some cheddar?
you seem a bit gassed up, it might make you feel better
so what if i wanted to f- up the night?
you still wouldn’t complain about it, right?
i don’t care, i’d just do it out of spite
you still got over a million in requite
[interlude]

huh, facts
yeah
oh d-mn, extended part

[verse 2 – extended only]

my writing style a little different nowadays
but you still chilling with the g-ys
uh-huh, yeah, you like, “what color’s your bugatti”?
you’re still the top g, in prison like there’s no tomorrow
you dress in sorrow, i rap and i don’t ask to borrow
anything from you, i just spit this flow
feel like dissing back? i said no
as long as i live, i flex all my dough
ooh, ooh, molly and percs
all my homeboys are jerks
you got a girl? well, you gotta reimburse her
this real life, i k!lled this beat with a knife
you ain’t got a wife, you ain’t got a father
he left you for adoption along with your mother
you got a lambo, why don’t you let me ride?
trust me, girl, i’ve got secrets i need to confide
we could be the next bonnie and clyde
for real, we gotta get the k!ll
time to send these m-f-s to brazil
am i ready? of course, eternally
i’ll stay trapping for an eternity
hey, hey, you still there?
i’ll never let anything i say go untouched
got a .44 caliber about to bust
i rap like i got all the time
i rap like it’s a crime
it’s just 11pm in anaheim

- jimmyvjones

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