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letra de playdead freestyle (feat.) eejayy - joey the kid

(hold on, i got you right now)

[verse 1: joey the kid]
when i spit that sh-t and you feel it (yea)
i looked myself in the mirror and i told myself lil joe you the realest (yessir)
i will not go broke i’m serious (no way)
i popped a perc i’m delirious (wow)
vroom go fast i’m furious (vroom)
george got popped cause george was curious (wait)
i will not go broke i’m serious (no way)

[verse 2: eejayy]
i can’t go broke like no-no (sh-t)
she bounce on my d-ck like a pogo
i’m counting cheese yea i’m counting queso (yea)
that n-gga mad cause his b-tch want a photo (what)
me and my n-ggas packed up in a four door

[verse 3: joey the kid]
if i slide and i shoot and i miss
uhm, he better play dead like robby
i’m going rеal fast i’m like ricky and bobby
gun got a kick i feel like its karate (wait, hold on)
i’m off thе drugs i feel just like a zombie (okay)
i got it on me i hope that he rob me
i’m real lit they just free gotti (wait)
i run up might rip his body (hold on)
he might playdead right in the lobby (okay)
b-tch i’m a king feel like i’m rodney (hold on)
[verse 4: eejayy]
new playdead fit when i hop in the party (wait wait wait wait wait)
like don’t get me started (like d’usse)
b-tch i’m so fly feel like i’m marty..i feel like i’m marty (where that go)
i’m pouring so much d’usse up
b-tch ass n-gga i could give two f-cks

[verse 5: joey the kid]
and n-gga if it’s up it’s up
he want beef n-gga let’s get buck
i drop big bombs like boom (okay)
if i start shoot n-gga give me some room (hold on)
if it’s beef with my brother then i’m jumping in
me and my son like légion of doom

[verse 6: eejayy]
that n-gga got swept through the broom (broom)
your b-tch hit me up, when she’s in that mood
b-tch n-gga fast on his feet he was out like zoom (zoom)
he ain’t f-cking with me cause i’m with my goons
just wait we can see, so b-tch n-gga move (move)

[verse 7: joey the kid]
she sent me pictures, titties, ass out (okay)
heard that you lying don’t live what you rap bout (no way)
he gone run up then that n-gga get smackdown (yessir)
was up for a minute but i’m on your ass now
n’ i’m countin cash so i cannot be sad now (go)
i need a jerry i’m ballin like stackhouse (go)
pull up in person what’s up with that cap now (go)
i’m glad your mans dead that lil n-gga got clapped down (go)
i’m smoking on opps lil n-gga i ash down (go)
i’m dancing on blocks lil n-gga like james brown (go)
i pass the glock to my bro and he shoot (huh)
this is a robbery i need the loot
he copped the bemer put stars in the roof (hahaha)
i can’t stand these n-ggas these n-ggas be goofs
i stan what i say cause i’m spitting the truth

- joey the kid

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