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letra de jihad joe (original directors cut version) - jpegmafia

[intro]
you think you know me
what? what? what? what? what? uh

[verse 1]
every time i get to stickin’ and i come around with that kimber, i’m wearin’ a mask
these hoes still in they dj phase, they comin’ up short on peace and cash
i cannot take all these d-ck-riders, my b-tch addicted to hatin’ and kissin’ my ass
yeah, b-tch, you know i’m too much of a narcissist, f-ck on my reputation for a bag
i can sniff out you proximity b-tches, i can’t be responsible, i’m not your dad
up in the mornin’, i’m cleanin’ my babies, the switch on that b-tch, i make sure it don’t jam
you n-ggas know that i’m down with the sickness, crash with the quickness, f-ckin’ up bands
mask got a n-gga like i’m peggy ipkis, i went to lipschitz, he gave me xans
kimber, keltec, rockford, draco, these are a few of my favorite bands
i’m slim and shady but i’m not a stan
tracy mcgrady, i jam with one hand
grow up lil’ n-gga, you not peter pan
talkin’ that sh-t ’cause you know i’m the one with the beats, the money, the drugs and the land
godzilla and kong with the mic in my hand
jihad joe, i kick in that door, better hit my line, the bombs don’t land (b-tch)

[verse 2]
back in new york, back in the fort, i’m back with the band
jump out the house, jump off the porch with the .30 in hand
sue me for libel, i bet you i’m liable to say it again
when i come around, they be quiet, i leave, they be talkin’ again (why?)
f-ck y’all hoes, i know i ain’t sh-t, i’d rather get banned
if i’m in the club, then i’m grippin’ my .30, i don’t wanna dance
b-tch woke up early to hate, you don’t even do this for your man
paying the price for the fame, i’ll never be normal again

- jpegmafia

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