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letra de homies freestyle - jxd!

[intro]
god- god- god- godlike

[verse 1]
i’m on the grind for that yen
all my brothers in the pen’
n-gga i don’t got friends
my enemies steady tryna’ make amends
these n-ggas be out of control
i’ma keep it on the low, i won’t tell a soul
i see when you lying, like pinocchio
i had to get me some money
i had to run up some racks
wasn’t no food on the stove
no, i wasn’t eating flapjacks
i just be blowin’ out backs
you could say i’m the new mack
yuh, okay
at night i be on the attack
stop sweatin’ me, giving me slack
you know you get popped if you lack
white diamonds on me like whitney on crack
i can’t trust a b-tch, a snitch, or a gnat

[verse 2]
hold on, let me turn up in this b-tch
i hop out the tonka, i’m totin’ my stick
you said that you tough but you still ain’t do sh-t
got heat like a stove but we ain’t cookin’ grits
like smiley, they smile when i walk in saks fifth
we ride through your hood and put y’all in a spliff
i’m clutching this heat, think i need oven mitts
think back on your life, it’s time to reminisce
reminisce back to the time when i f-cked yo’ b-tch
[verse 3]
n-gga what the f-
just like ken carson i’m saying “i’m ready”
she must like ice spice ‘cause she “just want the fetty”
i might take her to the deli, huh
smokin’ on grabba, it’s smelly, huh
murder on my mind like melly, i f-ck that ho the kick her out the telly
my b-tch sippin’ sizzurp, she got a lean belly
sh-t, i’m sippin’ sizzurp, look like tubbi-tele
f-ck, f-ck, i meant teletubbi
i don’t mind f-cking a girl that’s chubby
got the b-tch squeakin’ like a rubber ducky
my shooter a n-gga he love his kentucky
we shoot a n-gga, leave him one-armed like bucky
yo’ b-tch is too fat, yeah that b-tch is too yucky
i’ma purple heart ski so i feel like i’m lucki
what the f-ck do you got on n-gga, cruddy

[outro]
“oh my god”
that’s what your ma said when she saw you bl–dy
a n-gga punch me and i eat it like “yummy”
yo’ b-tch want some more of this d-ck in her tummy
look at your fits, why you dressing so bummy
bandage up my scars like i was a mummy
why the f-ck you laughin’ ain’t nothin f-
i’m done, aye
shout out my homies

- jxd

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