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letra de imx freestyle - jpegmafia

[verse]
ohhhh mhmmm
all this cooking up, a n-gga feel like superman
don’t know how i manage, n-gga i be super stressed
(facts)
i don’t wife a b-tch and f-ck a shot at les
you can get the wide shot with the imax
used to be immature now a n-gga feel like imx (wait)
how these n-ggas started acting black in ’28
talking down on peggy but you grew up in a gate
fire and desire, took my bl!cky on a date
these suburban n-ggas ain’t really hungry and i done ate
(hmm)
i do this cus i have to, you do this cus you
look a minute ah, put these suckas in they place
k!ller instinct, ice on me like glaciеr
body slam the beat, i’m a young jake hagеr
late to register, but f-ck it n-gga we major
b-tch, stop runnin’ you is not ralph nader
spit up in the ass, she talk to me like a hater (wet)
(wet)
lookin for respect
load up the tech b-tch, take it off my neck
(brrrr)
know a n-gga blessed cus my daddy never prayed for less
sleep with a vet (yea)
bald head n-gga, when i spit up in her ass she gon call me lex
i feel like jordan vs thomas (cmon), n-ggas gettin swept
n-ggas who never believed in me steady seeing red
like at the cold text
been on this horse for a while, guess i’m bojack
ima sleep when i die, hope you know that
i’m diggin deep, i gotta recoup, i better own that
i gotta say what’s on my mind, f-ck the blowback
i know the swine at the priest sayin “ha, lil peggy where ya coat at?”
big business
smoking billy k, dressed like libsh-ts
look watch ya enemies fail, i gotta hitlist
i ran a dead cop audio through —
that’s just the casualties of war, it’s never cryptic
i break the fourth wall, n-ggas stay scripted
but look we comin for you, now can you dig it
you been lying and you still wanna kick it
serve a cop two piece with a biscuit
i’m not the same as these rappers, there’s a difference
hear it in my beats, see it in my mentions
little anxiety mixed with pretention
rules never look good till you bend em, break it (woah)
man, tell the 5.o suck my d-ck
heard yall house on fire, it’s lit
man, f-ck trump i’m bucking that hicks
new sauce, new year, new drip
got two glock nineteens, they twins
keep y’all foot up on the neck of them pigs
strap up ‘for i ever get strapped in
f-ck out the way if you tap dancin’
stop

- jpegmafia

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