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letra de intro - jordan marcel

hook:
came up from nothing so why they wan hate
(uh )
sliding and swinging them drakes
n-gga get hit in yo sh-t if you late
i feel like a fisher i been had the bait
(uh uhhh )
now i’m back and sorry for the wait
( uh uhh )
i had to get some bullsh-tt out the way
( uh uhh)
i told my family that imma be str8
i told my family that imma be great
( uhhh )
i ran it up for the team
( team )
i only say what i mean
( say what i mean )
she threw it back and i made a b-tch crème
i mixed da soda wit lean
(wooo )
this sh-t is not what it seems
staying up trapping nd serving the fiens
( uhh )
the n-ggas snitching
these n-ggas be green
( uhh )
12 ask me questions i ain’t herd a thing
verse 1: they did me bogus but nah ion hate em
( lil b-tch )
they turned they back on me and i forgave em
do it again nd n0body can save em
i heard it’s all in his trap
we goin raid em
( uhh uhhhh )
n-ggas ain’t fly as me
they don’t get high as me
( noo)
why yo b-tch keep tryna cry to me
( huhh)
i told dat b-tch jus don’t lie to me
stfu pass da lighter please
( whistle )
sheets and funnel got me j-panese
if you ain’t f-ckin please don’t chat to me
all these n-ggas they be rats to me
( uhh uhhh )

hook : came up from nothing so why they wan hate
(uh )
sliding and swinging them drakes
n-gga get hit in yo sh-t if you late
i feel like a fisher i been had the bait
(uh uhhh )
now i’m back and sorry for the wait
( uh uhh )
i had to get some bullsh-tt out the way
( uh uhh)
i told my family that imma be str8
i told my family that imma be great
( uhhh )
i ran it up for the team
( team )
i only say what i mean
( say what i mean )
she threw it back and i made a b-tch crème
i mixed da soda wit lean
(wooo )
this sh-t is not what it seems
staying up trapping nd serving the fiens
( uhh )
the n-ggas snitching
these n-ggas be green
( uhh )
12 ask me questions i ain’t herd a thing
verse 2:
project baby the heart of the trenches
all i do is break da heart of these b-tches
smoke and jay and keep my mind on the riches
tryna keep my cool i’ll bl!ck inna instant
i’m bl!cking up close i ain’t bl!cking from distance
i knew i was destined
they ain’t wanna listen
told me kids they ass and i ain’t wanna kiss it
when i saw my chance i ain’t wanna miss it
they told me shoot for the stars
but they bet not shoot for this car
he tryna run he won’t make it far
imma send da lil boy to allah
you bedda pray to ya god
n-gga you bedda pray for ya moms
i swear to god we got the drop
she might not make it tomaroe

- jordan marcel

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