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letra de lockjaw (7 deadly winnin’) - john fm

[john fm]
check
sloppy toppy and better s-x
bet she choosin’ me when i’m bendin’ corners in vets
ballin’ at the mall, cristals and somersets
bottle service only fifth sittin’, sippin’ moet
’cause my plug love me and she never get cold feet
pull up for some dope, end up f-ckin’ the whole week
shorty love e-40 and sippin’ that oe
but when she get too hyphy, she puffin’ up all my trees
so i tell that b-tch to leave, not to go like keak sneek
look out from afar, we’re comin’ like next week
look out for my fam, we’ll cancel so we can eat
my felines feastin’ fancy, my dogs eat weed treats
od on gluttony, get itis and so we sleep
but we ain’t never wakin’ ’cause all we live is the dream
build a pyramid, empire, no ponzi scheme
we give ’em lip ’cause we never get what we need
so we always lookin’ for more, n-gga, that’s called greed
out here tryna get it and live it how we see

[l, with john fm]
’cause i bet i’m not sh-t, but she love it
dog s-x, split a b-tch hinds in public
i’m fine, smoke a pack of reds
head high, so priceless
snow got her blood feelin’ righteous
chill, my head to the night is fortnite
take a pill, don’t fight it
f-ck trust when you love to steal
lackl-st, but its still
n-gga limbo in a new deville, no license
gettin’ head to fire sirens
just keep it on my line then
for all inquiries, 8-9 and 2-4-4-9
and for any mutt on my d-ck or cop tryna find him
leave, go northeast, gone for a f-ckin’ week
prometh’ in my t–th, we sleep
for a f-ckin’ month, off them xannys
white limousines rollin’ on them 33’s
but i’d rather fathom me
grippin’ knees, split a blunt, grab her knee
bad b-tch for a n-ggateen, please
she see s-m-n on her tee, hurt a girl self-esteem
and ask her what’s the price for me
and ask the b-tch where she really wanna be
if it’s with me
oh, if it’s with me
[john fm]
bet five, n-gga, that she love it
and her boyfriend envy, so
take five, n-gga, she been choosin’
why you lookin’ so angry?
lilly f-ck n-gga, that’s the salt in me
still sn-tch your pride and joy, make a bride to be
seven deadly winnin’, roll a l for me
tell your b-tch to relax while she grabbin’ my keys
woah-oh

[john fm]
add some reverb on that, should be straight

- john fm

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