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letra de from dat nawf - jourdan brothern

[intro]
aye who got the gas, man?
where kayoh at? (kayoh cut it up)

[chorus: jourdan brothern]
yeah, i’m from that north
yeah. stand on your money, you short
yeah, your life gon’ get cut short
yeah, yeah i’m from that north
yeah, yeah i’m from that north
i might beat a n-gga with this f-cking uzi, yeah
i might shoot a n-gga like i’m making movies, yeah
i can’t f-ck no b-tch, man she way too choosy, yeah
i can’t f-ck no b-tch, man she way too choosy, yeah
[verse 1: jourdan brothern]
i’m getting that top while listening to top
n-ggas never walk that walk
they do that talk, but they always do that stalk
all they eyes on me, i feel like tupac
i got a rollie, i don’t know how to tell time, i just watch
i feel like fifty
many men, many men, many men, many mеn, many men
choppa make his ass do the running man
running man, running man, running man, running man
you think that you thе funny man, funny man, funny man
she bounce up on my d-ck like a bunny man
bunny man, bunny man
i am so rich but my name not roddy, n-gga
i just copped me a body
i won the lotty, i pulled off a ‘rarri
i cheat on that b-tch, and i ain’t say sorry
boy do not play, and i ain’t no carti, n-gga
i just pulled up a ‘rarri, n-gga
buzz like a bee no cardi, n-gga
n-gga, i don’t say sorry, n-gga

[chorus: jourdan brothern]
i’m from that north
yeah. stand on your money, you short
yeah, your life gon’ get cut short
yeah, yeah i’m from that north
yeah, yeah i’m from that north
i might beat a n-gga with this f-cking uzi, yeah
i might shoot a n-gga like i’m making movies, yeah
i can’t f-ck no b-tch, man she way too choosy, yeah
i can’t f-ck no b-tch, man she way too choosy, yeah
[verse 2: barski]
i might f-ck your b-tch, man she h-lla groovy, yeah
n-gga picking sides, tell them “make a movie”, yeah
told ’em move around, ain’t nothing to see
cruising in the move, you ain’t nothing to me, yeah
i’m counting all these n-ggas like one, two, three yeah
diamonds on my neck, hundred thousand degrees, yeah
hanging with my n-ggas
smoking gas in them trees, yeah
fold that n-gga up, lay him down by the sea, yeah
100 somethin bands always spending on sh-t
n-ggas be dancin’, they under a mil
n-ggas be hating, that death is awaiting
but trust me it’s gonna be more than a l!ck
n-ggas be waiting, they pulling a fake
while laughing at trey, they all on my d-ck
i’m rocking a birkin, we screaming “we made it.”
i’m ending this sh-t like morty and rick

- jourdan brothern

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