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letra de third eye xxx - joko tha' rapper

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[verse 1: tech$ finesse]
this is real hip hop, you know i won’t stop
producing these beats till my heart drops
smoke on that crop, till my brain pop
f-ck you fiends im going straight for the top
i was sitting in cl-ss just smoked some gr-ss
tryna make money by makin these tracks
haters say im last but really the wack
thinking they funny ye i put em on blast
such a clean 808. i f-cking love it
blood on my knife, pipe on my mind
did you really think i’d leave you n-ggas behind?
nah’, i’m too loyal, just f-cked the queen b-tch does that make me royal
sippin’ crown royal, getting straight tipsy
your girl don’t believe all this sh-t i can flip, see
you ain’t got nothin’ on me, try to f-ck wit’ me, yeah you and what army?
f-ck you n-gga, have a taste of this lead
afterwards ima take ya girl to bed
i got the crack, i got the weed, i got your b-tch and i know just what she need
i did the deed i took the lead now she ready to proceed
maybe she just in it for the greed but i’ll succeed either way cos its my day
i’m like yo’ b-tch how much you weigh if you exceed 130 please get the f-ck away
i got my sway on i’m stayin’ wavy
[wavy x5]
maybe feelin’ a little crazy
[crazy x5]
my vision hazy i’m never lazy only if i’m listenin’ to jay z
[jay z x5]

[verse 2:]
i’m deep in this rap sh-t, call me t-tanic
never reality you might just pop a zany
these n-ggas so enchanted, rip it like its fabric
don’t imagine, the damage with extension, i f-ck the b-tches p-ssy so good i’ll have it singin
not on purpose cause even on accidents she wants my d-ck in
bout’ to blow up like some gas to a match, punch lines mike tyson you can meet me in the match
doctor just brought the anecdote, beastin’ y’all i’m not talkin’ animal
bars go hard, flow out of this world you can catch me on mars, y’all wallet lookin’ like it starve
rocking this song without a guitar, walk up in the function broads know who we are
we up there like a shooting star, got my cash in this gucci bag
we stay real y’all just go with fads, yo my swagger rad and i’m a scientist up in this lab
straight out tha’ south mane
mississippi to be exact . ridin’ in the old school
candy painted cadillac
these others claim they gas
well i’m tha’ sh-t
they faker than counterfiet
softer than bounty
i’m the realest man in my county
i got lost, but the cops still found me
brought me to harris county
f-ck tha law and the judge innocent and still got 6 months
out on probation the cops still hating
they keep watchin’,but me its get money
no stoppin’, no option, mo’ money, mo’ power. i’m 24 hours in this b-tch

[outro]

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