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letra de zaza - jourdan brothern

[verse]
we hear that hot sh-t, we clean sh-t, we do not mop sh-t
we drop this, hop the booth, record sh-t, & then i dropped it
you locked it, you a p-ssy, why the f-ck you bought it?
you mocked sh-t, how you gon’ record when you mock sh-t?
he a baby, he a baby, yea, she know i’m goin’ crazy
why the f-ck is she complainin’?, i know that she want my baby
drop a couple hits, and then i’m leavin’ on time
that b-tch was so pricey, she got her sh-t from amazon prime
we leave him yellow like a lemon, he ain’t really need no lime
you so stupid, we gon’ trap you, like an idiot mime
we gon’ time you, we gon’ time you, better hurry up wit’ my shine
you a b-tch, you a b-tch, why the f-ck you liked all mine?
stop givin’ her attention, you only givin’ her clout
i told that b-tch to shut up ‘cause she wouldn’t shut her f-ckin’ mouth
yea, she only used me for all this motherf-ckin’ cash
i gotta pay $100 just for her to finish so fast?
and i got some money, now that b-tch gon’ come and do the dash
that b-tch like some rainbows, and we not talkin’ bout no dash
yea she really think we gang, but b-tch, this is just a game
i don’t really chase for fame, you n-ggas always be so lame
yea, she really like my flow, but i got her to floor
ima f-ck all on that b-tch, but she a lil’ ho
yea, i’m makin’ better music what the f-ck you gon’ do?
we got a new ak, we don’t need help, not no blues clues
yea, i always win get over it, f-ck on that b-tch and i don’t give a sh-t
mess wit’ yo girlie, we gon’ make a hit, not talkin’ bout music, but she know what i meant
treat it like travis, and make it so lit
i knew about it before it went sick
call up a doctor, he say he wasn’t dead
call her up and she come suck on my d-ck

- jourdan brothern

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