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letra de reason - jxck (usa)

[intro]
triheart

[verse] iveezy & jxck
my brother carry, he is a demon
he finna let it off, don’t need a reason
i cut the b-tch off, i had too many reasons
i’m up and i’m winning, i know that b-tch weepin’
and i hit a new b-tch d-mn near every weekend
shorty was tweakin’
she gon’ regret it
b-tch i pay in cash f-ck that debit, or credit
i pull up on yo’ mans and you know i’ma wet it
we outside with barrettas, no matter the weather
and it’s amp, when it come to the cheddar
i got a smg, put thirty rounds in ya’ sweater
and i’m the hardest in the city, you can’t name n0body better
i’m way ahеad of ya
i’ma slow down, wait for you to catch up
watch me get a record dеal, then i’m finna blow up
then i’m finna pour up
yeah, i bought three pints for the whole gang
and they all had a seal, so it wasn’t no stain (uh-huh)
like i ride around with sosa, all my homies bang, bang (uh-huh)
if you not up like us, you cannot come and hang
told that boy to his face that his ass is a lame
[verse 2] jxck
told that boy to his face that his ass is a lame-o
and this sh-t ain’t a game, but i give you a halo
look at the way that i run up the money
if you do not believe it, just look at the bankroll
look at my brother, know he finna let it off
and he don’t need a reason
like why in the h-ll is you switching sh-t up, when you know we don’t f-ck with the treason?
ain’t hungry for beef with no p-ssy ass boy, i’ma let the choppa get to eating
and my chopper hungry, and that b-tch get hot
so please do not let me get to squeezin’
i just spent 20k on a new coat
my b-tch’ll get wet, she ride me like a boat
when i get on the track, i’ma fly, i’ma float
and you p-ssy ass boys just be dropping the soap
wait, i just came up (woah) and now they on my d-ck
like a frog why you hoppin’ on it doin’ tricks?
they be callin’ my phone tryna catch ‘em a l!ck
while his b-tch on my phone, tellin’ me i’m the sh-t
me and iveezy be going so hard
if you do not believe it just look at the car
if i let down the moon-roof, i’m goin’ to mars
a piguet on my wrist, that b-tch just audemars
look at the way that my wrist just be shinin’
i do it for flexin’, ain’t tellin the timing
down, set, hut, on the play i’m a motherf-ckin’ lineman
you can sit on yo’ ass, while i’m motherf-ckin’ grindin’

- jxck usa

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