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letra de no conversation - jordan d. mitchell

[verse 1]
fu- f-ck a conversation, my chopper got me stuttering these n-ggas test my patience
b-tch! total annihilation, this ain’t a game, i really leave yo brain on the pavement
my ex b-tch was star, kayne b-tch i made you famous
b-tches make videos, this d-ck taxing, i need the bacon
no stranger to the beef, we can cook until you missing
never trust a b-tch, snitch n-ggas disappearing
red light pull up leaving dents in yo whip, 246 with a 186
statute of limitations and i still ain’t sayin sh-t
if n-ggas wanna die, pull to up to the 26
banana clips with chips that make the body do a flip
i get from the gutter, shoutout tino, cuddy innocent
told n-ggas i keep it strap, no lesbian i’m talking military
ar15s, glock 19s praying to thе virgin mary
i know i’m traumatized, in my eyes you’d catch thе devil praying
b-tches love a n-gga, they love f-ckin on somebody famous
n-ggas tough behind the phone, catch em traffic, now they past tense
f-ck being kind, i’ma remind you why i’m a menace
blue heart cripping, bad b-tch stealing
if a n-gga want revenge, plot ahead, cuz i’m gon k!ll you
f-ck leaving a trace, spirited away ain’t n0body see you
in the midst of the night, catch you slipping, whatchu gon do?
girl i put that on my set, i put that on the homies, i put that on the dead
you ain’t tryna let me f-ck, then bring yo friend, she gave me head
b-tches broke breaking bread, but i ain’t playin is you the feds?
sold drugs to pay tuition, house full of ammunition
if a n-gga really trippin, broadcast him as a victim
don’t f-ck up my money, cuz i go dummy with a hollow tip
ignorance is bliss, but tell b-tch that she can’t have sh-t
stare into my eyes realize death is how i make amends
my momma stressed out, cuz one day i’ll never rap again
before a n-gga die, no suicide, i need to get revenge
bro thought he was safe, we pulled up, now his story ends
saw him on a t-shirt, laughed then we smoked his friends
ran to bag, i shot santa, b-tch i need help
had to reup on the drugs, ain’t no micheal phelps
generational wealth, b-tch if i got too i’ll do it by myself

- jordan d mitchell

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