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letra de luke cage - js x yd

[intro: yd]
come on man
you already know how it is
been time we outside, we’re live with it
ar beats
trust me, outside with it
trust me, don’t hide from it
yo, look

[verse 1: yd]
i bill up a skud, let it slap my face (slappy)
while she whine that waist
jiggle that bumper, hold this gauge (jiggle that, jiggle that)
kicks ain’t flying like luke cage, i’d rather just swing my blade (swing it, swing it)
running up racks, i’m too paid and i still push this weight (push it, push it)
askar on the mains, it’s blue case, spin it and fling that yay (fling that)
running up lag on my dolo, fl!ck the pagey ‘cah i wan’ see cake (paper)
them n-ggas don’t want me to win, i feel they envy, i know that they’re fake (f-cking haters)
now my vvs stay shining, it’s straight grinding, i invest in my trades (invest)
back then, i was t house living, on top whipping, bake me a cake (whip it, whip it)
watch out for the sergeant arrive, i want him down now ‘cah the kid too bait (f-ck the jakes)
back then, them gyal didn’t want me, now they want me, yeah, them gyal too late (too late)
get f-cked in the back of the truck, pick up your stuff, get the f-ck out my face (get the f-ck out my face)
and i can’t go out like them man, the .32s is stuck on my waist (it’s live)
jump out gang, you a dead man if i up and rise this gauge (up it, up it)
don’t run, don’t trip, like kay, you get flocked (flocking)
ride out on the back of a big bike with a big pipe, tryna make one drop (boy)
[verse 2: js]
i started to rap now the gyal wan’ know me (hear them)
mind how you running yo mouth ’cause it can go south and i’ll take man’s rollie (live)
sometimes i forget that i rap when i grip on my nank and i jump on the stolie (you know)
lil bro was talking the smack ‘cah i snap and he dash when i try get pokey (where you going?)
wind down the window, bind your smoky (baow)
one get smoked in the backroad (baow)
dash when i back man’s rambo (that’s dash)
jakes really know man’s face, i’m way too bait, love call man an asbo (aw man)
but i still get cash in the bando
and i still step on the streets with my rambo (it’s on me)
the line just came in blanco, chop that down for the fiends, that’s mango (chop that, chop that)
i got jakes at my door tryna do man wrong (should never) interview room, tryna ask man questions
sorry sergeant, i don’t know that don (i don’t know him)
on the ride, anything gets g checked, best respect how i wave my one (respect that)
f-ck friends, f-ck them, i don’t need them
if i see them can’t know what i’m on (f-ck them)
left the pack in the gaff, don’t leave it
go retrieve it ‘cah the cats might find it (go get that)
pull up and light it, don’t try fight it, run up on sighting (don’t try)
man, i just pull up, hood up, bind it
i already know when broski’s gliding (i already know)
so you know that i’m gliding too (you know)
four door whips in the glide and shoot (baow), i’ll back my mindi, tryna slice in 2 (baow)

[verse 3: yd]
catch a opp, why’s he darting? (why he dashing?)
new dinger, push to start it (push it)
claim you’re on me, you’re half hearted
i’m tryna rip shirts, hit curbs, chop starlings (chop that)
them boy ain’t never made no cash
i made paper back from the cats that’s calling (the kitties)
ten in the g lock, watch man speed off like a zoot man
s sparking
they don’t really want no war, they don’t really want no smoke with we (no, they don’t)
i copped this mash for a three and a half, but i’ll give you this corn for free (it’s live)
i keep mine tucked, i don’t give a f-ck, no way that you’re poking me (no way)
you’ll never see the racks we are making, actually, maybe in your dreams (you’re dreaming)
we make cash and they hating, we pop doors and they’re skating (they dashing)
get the drop, no debating, slide ’round to the block, it’s vacant (skrrt)
we chase that bag, they chase bare gyal
no way they can at my name (no way)
i hear yd this and yd that, lil n-gga just wants some fame (the clout)
if i step on this canada goose, the cannon get loose, my finger get itchy (boy)
got racks in the middle, the gang ain’t civil
double up on the rolls like lipsy (double up, double up)
jakes on the back, foot on the gas, big dash, had to lose them quickly (f-ck the jakes)
125, three double o, or i get round on the 50s (50s)
[verse 4: js]
swing this ching, watch him curl like quavers (ayy, ying that)
heartbeats drop when they see my batch
four shanks plus when we swing them shavers (swing)
n-ggas wanna talk like they ain’t been whacked
one on the backroad, two on the mainers (whack that)
if you stick ’round then skrrt on the gas
they run like flash, best pick up your trainers (n-ggas know)
i got what you want them loud like flavours (n-ggas know, n-ggas know)
packs in the bag, man drop it off (drop that)
drop on the opp, man pop it off (boy)
they all in the party, lock it off (grrt)
got a real bad one, love slop it off (baddie)
two shanks up and i’m keeping it tucked
and they’re buying this live just to top it off (it’s live)
the nose on the rotty was way too long, bro grab that saw and then chop it off (chop that, chop that)
all of the prof’ that i made from the re man, put that aside and add it up (n-ggas know)
if he ain’t from ’round here, bad him up
fl!ck that, dip that, rip that, stab him up (who’s that?)
ain’t got no nank, still slap him up
new plate gangsters, n-ggas ain’t bad enough (you ain’t bad)
i’ll ching that down ’til i had enough (ying that)
n-ggas wanna talk like they’re mad, ain’t mad enough (ying that, ying that)

[outro]
ar beats

- js x yd

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