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letra de plug talk - jrene'

[intro: jrene’ & glockboyz teejaee]
sh-t
what the f-ck, juice?
what’s up, teejaeee?
yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
you probably never been on a boat with thirty hoes naked
boy, that ass fake, but she shakin’ it and it shakin’ (and it shakin’)
i f-ck around and spray you like a painter, we gon’ paint it
i bought a ten milli and threw the switch on it, that b-tch went super saiyan
baby, i still be in the hood where them thugs at
flyin’ up the 8, police behind me, where my gun at? (where my gun?)
i been at n-ggas since a kid watchin’ rugrats
hoppin n-gga see lauren london, ask her where my hug at?
baow, i got glock on my hip
that was crazy, i f-cked her and made her pay me for the d-ck
i probably k!ll you for my sister, i’m like stacy with the bl!ck
then show up to your funeral and then shoot you up in a ditch

[chorus: jrene’]
he love it when i shake this ass, he can’t fake it
he jack it off better when he see me naked
when i’ve done nothin’, ain’t no chillin’, b-tch, i’m shakin’
and i ain’t pullin’ up unless a n-gga got a payment
[verse 2: jrene’]
put this p-ssy on his face, he love that nasty sh-t
classy in the streets, but in them sheets i’m a nasty b-tch
gotta have a bag to be my n-gga, gotta match me ‘fits
can’t be no scary n-gga either, gotta match me bl!cks
chanel, gucci and louis, them my favorite kicks
security can’t pat me down because i keep a stick
heard she was the loudest in the room, now she ain’t sayin’ sh-t
posted on her block, she ain’t outside on some scary sh-t

[verse 3: jrene’]
she gon’ cry over a n-gga, but i’ma spin him
all i gotta do is ask for it and he gon’ spin it
catch me in the club buyin’ sh-t, i need a six-piece dinner
i just got the drop on the opps while i’m on the sh-tter
chopper and amiris in the middle of the f-ckin’ winter
what them hoes really on? b-tch, nothin’
put me in the middle of the jungle and i’m bustin’
three man, it’s from the back, now that n-gga bustin’
[chorus: jrene’]
he love it when i shake this ass, he can’t fake it
he jack it off better when he see me naked
when i’ve done nothin’, ain’t no chillin’, b-tch, i’m shakin’
and i ain’t pullin’ up unless a n-gga got a payment

- jrene

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