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letra de tear it down - justin sketch

[intro: justin sketch]
yeah
sketchy cree up in this b-tch
johnny links up in this b-tch
jumpy up in this b-tch
beantown with a (cree)

[verse 1: justin sketch]
oh yeah doggy dog, i tear it down
as you copy what i say like a parrot sound
it’s what my parents found, a couple months back
a quarter pound separated into nugsacks
but i don’t push now, i just smoke
i got pushed out with just one poke
that is a stab wound that i f-cking hate
and all my rap tunes are turning into something great
look at justin’s plate, just the cake for desert
i can cause a scene even if i just switch shirts
there is no denial, that i am so wild
while giving out info like a profile
i’m from the bean i comin’ mean
h-llo rappers run and scream
tuck and tease you clutching clean
even though it’s just a dream
you f-ck with me you brothers be
suffering uncomfortably
f-cking heat we’re bumping beats
even though i come to cree!

[hook: justin sketchx2]
j. sketchy, you know that i tear it down
johnny links, you know that he tears it down
my dude jumpy, you know that he tears it down
motherf-cker, we coming from the beantown!

[verse 2: j. links]
ok, you’re looking at a star, like an astronomer
girls say my d-ck as long as a kilometer
and n-ggas posing for the scope like i’m a photographer
i’m so d-mn hot i be breaking thermometers
smoke make it look like my windows are fogging up
eyes dumb red from the blunts i was hogging up
rappers be biting on my swag they draculas
they about as straight as a parabola
these n-ggas got me rolling like a d-mn tire
the beat scream “murder it” and i’m mike myers
i’m looking for some compet-tion are there any triers
sour on deck n-gga are there any buyers
‘cause i’m one f’ing b-st-rd addicted to that jager
i serve cold dishes do you prefer a platter
i know you with that n-gga but do you prefer the rapper
(tell me baby j. links, holla atcha boy)

[hook]

[verse 3: jumpy]
jumpy on the track, ‘cause i had to make appearances
jumpy is the sh-t you p-ssy haters ain’t hearing this
put the .22 to his face like emmitt smith
jeezy said chop it up, so i had to get rich
so i had to make a l!ck, squeezing that ⅘
i can’t forefit, that b-tch gorgeous
get a couple white bricks, now we built a fortress
but i burned l’s like i’m lit, bein’ torches
always been a champion, never been a runner up
had to make a living so i gotta get my money up
take your girl to the mall, she could buy a hundred stuff
she could kiss, l!ck or suck i still ain’t gonna wife her up
keep her on a tight leash, i don’t like a loose f-ck
i’m so fresh, that’s why you ain’t like us
middle fingers to your hoes, ‘cause it’s only god i trust
keep that hammer close, just in case i gotta let it bust

[hook]

[verse 4: justin sketch]
yeah, motherf-cker i’m an animal
4 am drunk, yelling “where the f-ck my handle go?”
watch me let the candles blow, as i keep sparkin’
i’m just like a cannibal i’ll make you de-hearted
you’re now in my ocean, this is where the shark is
i’m just handing out a warning to you gosh darn kids
aha, and you still haven’t got it yet?
i got dreams of getting c.r.e.a.m. with a lot of checks
yeah you heard me, that means no mercy
so you should alert thee, herby, unworthy
and let me take the game for me
as i painfully recreate the theme
uh, i spit fresh get stressed then i stay thinking
as i empty out my pennies no abe lincoln
how can you stay winking, with your eyes closed?
you’re not seeing me, b-tch get a blindfold!
(get cree, motherf-cker)

- justin sketch

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