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letra de bopbop - jxce

[intro]
oh, he nailed that one!
all billy needs is one more shot and he’ll win the continental breakfast golf tournament!
dad! you just made me lose the tournament!

[verse 1: wafflejax]
yeah, look
all the older homies, call ’em big bro
i be really takin’ in they wisdom (facts)
all this life sh-t a bittersweet game (and then, she didn’t tell me about jace)
all relationships a system (yeah)
nah, i been tired of this sh-t
knew since a kid that i was a old soul (yeah)
in the child bin sayin’, “you gonna live this way ’til your like this old”
really finding my calling, [?] studio, call in
i needed a session today ’cause lately i been stallin’
sick of my lazy ass talkin’
i gotta go get on my sh-t for my mama
my partners, they countin’ on me so i’m steppin’ my sh-t right up (gotta step it)
a packed four woods, i’m cooked (yeah)
me and nas f-ck a j sh-t up, on god
i’m a man of my own peace, at ease
roll it up for me, gotta go pee
packed ho’ deep, ’til the ho’ green
smokin’ that stank moldy old cheese
flow so (achoo), when you go sneeze
gon’ need a tissue for the nosebleed (yeah)
mami show me how you blow me
did the same, now they get to know me, yeah
[verse 2: nasfrom800]
play with chaos, we gon’ take off his top
straight from the trenches, come up from the block
chillin’ with amar and jax in the car (skrt)
just smoked a wood, now all in my thoughts
fresh as h-ll when i put on lacoste
walk in the mall, i don’t care what it cost (what?)
can’t n0body tell me sh-t, they know what i’m on
ugh, i’m a boss, hold on (wait)
they like when i put on that vlone (yeah)
look at my neck, this sh-t too froze (ice)
come get in this car, got two doors (skrt)
gelato just took me to pluto (yeah)
these n-ggas, they fake, i’m the truth though (i’m real)
i just took a risk, i wanna be rich
big dog but my name ain’t cujo (rrrr, haha)
yeah, just put the car in sport mode (let’s go)
bro goin’ too fast and he just got a ticket (slow down, bro)
in love with the money, put that over b-tches (f-ck ’em)
h-ll yeah, you gon’ suck it, i ain’t doin’ no kissin’
sippin’ this drank, it got me in my feelings
and i send a hit while i chill with my n-ggas (bow bow)
they always hate but they just wanna be us (uh huh)
i’ma keep it real, [?], b-tch
up in the stu’ and this gas on rotation
hit it once now i’m suddenly lazy
i can’t take it, but it got me feelin’ amazing
flashy young n-gga, when i put sh-t on be fresh as h-ll ’cause i ain’t basic
i go hard like ‘bron in the playoffs, if i want it i’ma take it, let’s get it

- jxce

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