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letra de veteran - just jo

jo
its 1oak i flow just like a river
homie a loser they see ima winner
i am her master she calling me splinter
these n-ggas rappin i swear the beginners
they cannot switch up the flow like me
they see my neck is on froze icy
50s and benjamins all i see
this is that hi tech no hi c
just do it
nike
top off that b-tch cake with icing
body this rap sh-t thats my thing
feel like a champ where the h-ll my ring

and you see that this rapping not new to us
we gon get a whole pack and get booted up
i still clock in my job with thr rugga tucked
in the back of the trap where we moving stuff
no legal medicine
jo in this sh-t i go hard like a veteran
n-ggas be mad when they see fetti entering
might buy her gucci if im feeling generous
racks inna bank like elle de generous

n-ggas still hanging on leverage
dont ask me sh-t i ain’t telling sh-t
ask me bout gas , i ain’t selling sh-t
stay in the trap with some felons b-tch
call that girl b-tter she spreading
but we ain’t having no wedding trick
sip on that wok its refreshing (pssst) huhh) (yuh)
see a f-ck n-gga tell em to square up
gas got me buggin feel like i hear sum
shoot off his earloubs now he dont hear none
i dont hold yoppas only shoot fare ones

feel like im rank 1 fetti we splurge
look how i and 1 n-gga be nervous
if you want gg we giving service
link in the trap brother gon serve it
get to the bag then we start swerving
holding a mack yoppa get burning
boy you a lame she got you hurting
balling with aim , make it like irving
n-ggas be snakes moving like serpents
gotta be straight , gotta be certain
babygirl came all on the certains
took me some time but it was worth it
shawty a dime , she got me flirting

then i switch up the flow ouuu
big bro holding a yoppa it might it soul , in the trap and he mix up the work inna bowl

get a hunnids bands , do the runner man (aye)
ima beat it up like a drummer man (aye)
n-gga i was born in other land (aye)
flatbush coming up we the mother land (yay)

lil boy a dumb f-ck get ya bucks up
did alot hard work to keep my funds up
bad bih
buns up
run down
guns up

inhaleeeeeeeeee
exhaleeeeeeeeee
nasa
he gon stop breathing i think he he got asthma
boy you not fast you not dodging the plasma
boy you not gang can hop in the jagger
eating this cake up not mixing the batter
family first n the money come after
look how i drip they ain’t touching my swagger
pull out the glissy and cause a disaster
if he run up then my brother gon clap him

like i said before i do not tote pistols so before that boy try to shoot ima slap him

fetti dont care if we gotta attack em
pull the tech up out the mazi and blast him
baby want cause my diamonds be flashing
oh yea you tuff we gon kick it like madden
babygirl told me dont put on magnum

- just jo

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