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letra de no type (freestyle) - jugo

[verse 1: jugo]
f-ck all y’all n-ggas
f-ck all y’all hoes
take your b-tch, i don’t even gotta hit her, p-ss her to my bros
i’m a mother f-cking pro
all your fans chant “mvp” when i shoot free throws
i don’t love no b-tch
i don’t trust no hoe
f-ck all y’all n-ggas, f-ck all y’all b-tches, i done said it all before
in this rap sh-t, only for the bread though
loud mouth, sh-t’ll leave your -ss dead, hoe
and my sh-t hot so you know i’m bound to blow
i’m ready for the fame and the glory
i’m in the mother f-cking house like cory
when them shots start clappin’, catch all you n-ggas lackin’, leave you red like a bedtime story
woke up to a bad b-tch this morning
all y’all n-ggas lame, all you n-ggas bore me
leave a f-ck n-gga bleached like some chlorine (yeah)
you french fried, i get french toast
you get by, i get the most
known from the east to the west coast
this murder party, i am the host
all white with me, look like a ghost
turn a rump n-gga to rump roast
i’m too young to be this cold
and you know the clip is a extendo (ahh)

[verse 2: jugo]
no, i’m not migos, but you know i’m chasin’ them m’s, n-gga!
who are they? no, i do not f-ck with them n-ggas!
them n-ggas your n-ggas, they actin’ shady ’cause they money slim, n-gga!
try to beat me? (impossible!) you a b-tch like your name kim, n-gga!
let the mac spit and i pull off in that black whip
i stay in the limelight, you in the background just like a pip
you can call me freddy ’cause i stay ready
aim sloppy, can’t keep the gun steady
you p-ssy n-ggas gettin’ mani pedis
you n-ggas sweatin’, you n-ggas scary
you n-ggas sweeter than halle berry
you n-ggas sweeter than grape jelly
leave you n-ggas red like a strawberry
she say she feel me up in her belly
i’m a celebration, get the confetti
ridin’ ’round with kelly looking for some becky
i’m the man and your b-tch already said it
you got enough, i got plenty
i ain’t got no type
bad b-tches is the only thing that i like
you losers take a hike
beat the beat up like my first name was ike (yikes)
chop the top off, you can call it jermaine dupri
you get dealt wit’, get your sh-t right, don’t hate on me
i deal with money and friends separately
i got what your wife need, that’s why she on her knees, ready to sing on my d-ck like she starred on glee, you strike out
i hit it like canseco
you hoe n-ggas that talk sh-t, i’m on your head like cornrows
need a bad b-tch that don’t talk much and got packs to blow
jugo, born finesser, get everything i want for the low

- jugo

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