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letra de lethal injection - jtć mariø

(intro)
mama, jtc back on the beat again

(chorus)
hook me to the iv
lethal injection through my body, just leave me dyin’
my heart don’t beat the same like it used to do
and i feel wrong, it’s been so long
they can point me out ‘cause i do what i do
how they know i’m okay if they don’t hit my phone?
(verse 1)
so my life’s been tough but i still get by
never gave up on sh-t ‘cause i still gotta try
so much pain so it’s hard to lie
i’m tired, i don’t feel like the man but somehow , i still get admired
you gone ride for me without no tires
it’s some rules inside the game that i ain’t learned yet
putting water under bridges you ain’t burned yet
it get dark around the picture, i ain’t talking about a vignette
i’ma mix the sh-t out with the presets
put a little more cash inside my pockets
if you don’t like that, why the f-ck is you watching?
praying for my brother, best believe that i got you
really on the grind, call me just can’t quit
we been playing checkers not chess, n-ggas moving real stupid so you better get back on your sh-t
and i ain’t saying that i’m really perfect, my skin f-cked up but i still might pull a n-gga b-tch
shout out stephen king, i ain’t locking no shops, i ain’t running from the smoke but it’s something in the mist
who the f-ck said i’m a player on the team when i own the whole thing so i make my picks
on the microphone, i be leaving fire when i’m on it , only the diamonds froze
i don’t rock designer clothes ‘cause i got my own drip, my style so wild
come and walk in my shoes , you won’t get no miles
you gone see straight white whenever i smile
about to be 21, i can’t be no child
so treat me like a king , b-tch, hand me that crown
she gone ride up on the d-ck but i had to tell her get off
you might see me in augusta but i’m one to send the hit off
i been balling on these n-ggas, they don’t need to do the tip off
and i keep so many rings , you can catch me at the kickoff
that’s light work, got the black ripped jeans with the white shirt
when i blow up, bet my neck look like a iceberg
you might catch me posted up with the spice girls
shade is real, the tint is getting better
lose your life behind that f-cking bezel
dead opps that i don’t remember
early morning, smoking fruity pebbles
really grinding, had to be the man
dropping heat this summer, catch a tan
clean n-gga, still dirty dan
i’m picking up dust just like a fan
talking to her while a n-gga in it
might travel back and cop some sh-t from lennox
be the fakest n-ggas that be in your image
so crop them out and leave them out descriptions
i’m just speeding on them, trying to push the limits
supersonic, okc, you get it
i’ma take it out and then i bet she l!ck it
i ain’t letting n-ggas go against the realest
(chorus)
hook me to the iv
lethal injection through my body, just leave me dyin’
my heart don’t beat the same like it used to do
and i feel wrong, it’s been so long
they can point me out ‘cause i do what i do
how they know i’m okay if they don’t hit my phone?

- jtc mario

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