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letra de mesaba - junior the jenius

[verse i]

running it up thru the ceiling fan
mucking the money, the bag i don’t fumble it
f-ck your reb-ttal, i’ll take the chance

cause i’m running out of this b-tch with 4 leaves on the clover
my cobra go sleep on the sofa, just soiled her sheets
treating a trick like october
the 31st street bossa nova
we murder then meet with jehovah, ambrosia we eat
decomposing 2ps like controllers, i’m smoking on co-op
mood swinging in my mind, i’m told he just go off
i’m waving the tie dye then breaking the door off
a phrase to abide by, dude ain’t in his right mind
the dexter is faded, what’s left of his life time is gradient
baking potato on my 9 ain’t salient
8 leaded rip through his carrion

[bridge]

spinning on your block, i’m your huckleberry finn
swimming to the doc, shot up holliday inn
this sh-t is for my daughter, pray to mother mary kin
minute on the clock, 60 secondary sins

spinning on your block, i’m your huckleberry finn
swimming to the doc, shot up holliday inn
this sh-t is for my daughter, pray to mother mary kin
minute on the clock

[verse ii]

me and my b-tch gone ride till we die
hit the 256 off the i-35
smoking truth out the whip but my eyes can’t lie
leave me pleading by the 5th, and her mind testified
creasing her hips, beat her thighs from behind
i’ma demon, a sith, leave lil mama hypnotized
i’m just feeding her kids, but she wanna slip and slide
read the freeze on the wrist when it’s time to guide the blind
reach for my portion
go to sleep, pro abortion
holding heat cold as shoulders
tortoise feet, spider spine
east of the border, got degreased from your daughter orally
i could of swore the water leaks out the faucet
like the ‘seas’, ‘seven fourty’
fourth floor, trilogy 2 the quarter
middle street, brick and motor
get the keys, tell her start up
store the cobra in the seat, never forfeit
bring deceased to your doorstep
rest in peace, cyanide

[bridge]

mesaba side
mesaba side
mesaba side
mesaba side

mesaba side
street autobahn
cease throttle
my gs monetize
mesaba side
[verse iii]

when he smoking the blunt best believe he gon hold it in
me and this dutch with the gs
money older than pisa, by meaning its leaning like promethazine in a double cup
rubbers just can’t catch my s-m-n
i’m bussin down clapping my b-tch while i’m stacking my chips with the cheeto
the free throw you miss, kiss the ass of magneto, fist fighting osiris
wrist right thru his iris, the needle

smoking on reefer?
i’m high as lil nemo
she swerving in search of libido
collide into my sh-t
i don’t give 2 f-cks as i rupture her hymen
that sh-t on poseidon
torpedo “bum-russian”, no fecal on biden
tuxedo, blunt tucking burrito arthritis
no cheat codes, run hunting in beast mode
these guns is akimbo, keep one for each of ’em
dutch oven, deep frying

- junior the jenius

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