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letra de shiesty shit - jtć mariø

(intro)
i mean , i’m about to show them motherf-ckers how you murk a beat in just three minutes and fifteen seconds

(chorus)
pop out, ain’t leaving no witness
that just add to my stats
n-ggas better mind they business before they get turned into a pack
eagles don’t hang with no rats if you ain’t speak on facts
posted up in that trap
so many blunts , we could match
(verse 1)
i got b-tches in the city that’s always throwing up jtc
they see me as a toy ‘cause these b-tches just wanna play with me
i’m popping out the cut with that ewing, i’m talking 33
them eagles run the game, they might as well make us the referees
we looking for the smoke so go ahead and bring your refugees
it’s 5-1-7-12 and 5 , that’s omb x otg
i’m hopping out that benz’s with lenses that you can barely see
i f-ck a b-tch and when i’m done, she ain’t gone get no love from me
eagleboyjayy don’t take no sh-t, 1lilwalls tote 30 round clips
got dee in the back with the stick on his hip with the mask on the left and the glock with the d-ck
if you say you want smoke, let me know what it is
yeah, that n-gga, he a b-tch, i’ma treat him like a kid
and to his ol’ lady, you can suck my d-ck
looking for me n-gga, find me on the ridge
but i’m going back to back with these n-ggas with that ol’ shiesty flow
them n-ggas think we b-tches, we knocked his block down like dominoes
my family full of shooters, you already know just how it goes
he saying that he gd so we left him with some bl–dy clothes

(chorus)
pop out, ain’t leaving no witness
that just add to my stats
n-ggas better mind they business before they get turned into a pack
eagles don’t hang with no rats if you ain’t speak on facts
posted up in that trap
so many blunts , we could match
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(verse 2)
and she ain’t a ref but she blow like a whistle
fixing my issues, came a long way from just toting the pistol
no feelings , no crying , get rid of the tissue
stacking up money is only my mission
she take the d-ck in just any position
right at the top and ain’t no competition
really the blunts all you seeing get twisted
and i’m back up again with all the bullsh-t, i’m riding round with a full clip, no , he can’t run from the bullets
stick with the gang, never switch on your bros
some n-ggas i knew never stuck to the code
i let off the call then i get in my mode
the drum on the stick, it don’t ever reload
you smell the aroma, it’s gas at your door
ain’t settling down, i still stay with the hoes
i just stay in my lane while i’m smoking my weed
don’t come with the cap , that’s the sh-t i don’t need
and that ass got some jiggle, can’t fit in her jeans
i hit up a l!ck, i was just 17
they worry about n-ggas, they looking for clout
lowcountry baby, i’m repping the south
some music i got , i ain’t putting it out
they talking that sh-t, keep my d-ck out your mouth
it’s getting so cold, i’ma stay in the house
i pop me a bean, i’ma sleep on the couch
them eagleboys gonna leave blood through the town
you saying it’s up so when it’s coming down
you saying it’s up so when it’s coming down (b-tch!)

- jtc mario

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