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letra de industry baby - freestyle - jourdan brothern

[intro]
aye, aye
daytrip took it to ten, hey

[verse 1]
i got a baby, and i blow out her back, aye
and i been feeding my racks, cause them sh-ts look so fat, aye
i don’t know why you p-ssy n-ggas be talkin’ all that, aye
half of the sh-t that come out yo mouth is some cap aye, cap aye

[pre-chorus]
i grab on my uzi, f-ck it, b-tch is choosy
grab my camera, make 3 pictures, that sh-t is a movie
and i f-cked up on a b-tch, her name was big booty judy
i know a b-tch named lucy, and she really loony

[chorus]
yea, i’m hummin’, like i’m kid cudi, n-gga nose was runny
all my diamonds shine bright, it look like it’s sunny
all these b-tch ass n-ggas really think they funny
these n-ggas think it’s funny, ’til i get my gunny

[post-chorus]
and everytime when i listеn to y’all n-ggas, y’all sound the same
thesе n-ggas be so borin’, i can’t f-ck wit’ them, they chase the fame
n-gga i am being serious, why do you keep playin’ games?
n-gga think he in a gang, but he really bein’ lame
[verse 2]
yeah, i’m up in the stu (stu), wit’ all of my dudes (dudes)
grab up on my glocky, i might give that n-gga a wound
n-gga move your arm, you better give my bullet some room, wait
and that n-gga keep playin’ wit’ me, now he gone way too soon
yeah, and they think they affect me, woah
if i go shoot up a n-gga, who is gon’ check me?, woah
even if i try to live, they not gonna let me, woah
n-gga, i’m the only one who can disrespect me, woah
i pull up to the party, pop a percy, go r-t-rded
go r-t-rded, go r-t-rded, n-gga we just getting started
i send so much smoke, that sh-t smell like we farted
a young n-gga been gettin’ rich, and his name not roddy

[post-chorus]
and i told you long ago, ye, on the road, ye
i got what they waitin’ for, ye, waitin’ for, ye, like donda
yea, i ain’t tryna start no drama, that b-tch get it from her mama
that b-tch f-ckin’ wit’ a baller, yea i’m f-ckin’ wit’ a caller
[verse 3]
aye lil’ n-gga, you know i am the ruler, ruler
n-gga don’t play wit’ me, i don’t wanna shoot ya
yea, i don’t wanna shoot ya, i might pull the trigger
right up on a n-gga, wit’ some hilfiger (yea)
ooh, yea, y’all so lame to me
every single track y’all make, y’all sound the same to me
i don’t know why these b-tch ass n-ggas always try to play wit’ me
but it seem like they always got somethin’ to say about me
yea, i’m up on that rap sh-t, you up on that cap sh-t
step in on that jat sh-t, i might pop a bottle, woah
your b-tch on full throttle, woah, i got me some stone no cobble, woah
you n-ggas don’t know that i shoot horizontal?
don’t ask why that n-gga gon’ walk wit’ a waddle, woah
i save all my money, why you n-ggas spendin’ sh-t?, woah
pick up that bottle, n-gga, and we go to spinnin’ sh-t, woah
me and my dawg, yea we be on that twinnin’ sh-t, woah
yea, you n-ggas tweetin’ sh-t, like that twitter sh-t?, woah

[post-chorus]
and i told you long ago, ye, on the road, ye
i got what they waitin’ for, ye, waitin’ for, ye, like donda
yea, i ain’t tryna start no drama, that b-tch get it from her mama
that b-tch f-ckin’ wit’ a baller, yea i’m f-ckin’ wit’ a caller, woah
[outro]
i might hit the speed on a motherf-cker, i might hit the speed on a motherf-cker

- jourdan brothern

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