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letra de jamaica - kombat

[intro]
(i’m in jamaica with a bad b)
(thinking about the times)
kombat
(i had no money for mac d’s)
uck
(and i stacked a lil rap pees)
gang sh-t
free all my f-cking n-gg-s man
(my bro got to do another 3)
(cah he just done 12 years)
(he’s still waiting on that cat d)
(and hating n-gg-s still doubt me)
r.i.p. mota jr

[verso 1]
i’m in jamaica with a bad b
see i’m thinking about the times
i had no money for mac d’s
and i stacked a lil rap pees
and i out a couple bangers on the block
like come around please
my bro got to do another 3
cah he just done 12 years
he’s still waiting on that cat d
and hating n-gg-s still doubt me
and i miss my n-gg-s streets somebody tell him to shout me
see this is real life and i’m just being honest
my mummy don’t want me in jail
i’m trying to keep that promise
my olders they gave me guns
never gave me knowledge
i used to get high with gerry
never went to college
i ended up going jail eating sh-tty porridge
lifestyle got gory, sh-t got horrid
imigration hit me up and sh-t got foreign
plus the dawgs not calling
the whole block touring
[verso 2]
no cap no gimmicks
this trap life that i’m living
spill sauce anywhere
see the dawgs them dripping
a jantar lá no guilty com uma b-tch, just kicking
todo o drip que eu tenho veio lá da fashion clinic
i told my momma that i’m real
she told me:
”being real son probably get you k!lled”
so f-ck there opinions because they don’t pay the bills
so i keep it 100 and i always stay on chill

[verso 3]
me and my brother used to share clothes
now i’m in gucci with my girl like
go on baby take those
i’m still stacking for that range rover
and i could of had one already
i swear down that’s no joke
i see them feds in them plain clothes
i tell em all about my music like
i ain’t doing road
i keep it 100
a n-gg- trap hard all summer
saudades do meu dawg ele ‘tá de cana
got a strap on my waist
n-gg- act you get blazed
how you talking on the net
but you won’t say it to my face
always been f-ck them
and there ain’t no other way
when them n-gg-s shot my n-gg-s
i was out there i was riding every day
drinking hennessy, a n-gg- drowning all my pain
for all them cold days i was trappin in the rain
sold cocaine been a part of the game
never hit one milli, i’m a get it one day
[outro]
i’m in jamaica with a bad
thinking about the times
i had no money for mac d’s
and i stacked a lil rap pees
my bro got to do another 3
cah he just done 12 years
he’s still waiting on that cat d
and hating n-gg-s still doubt me

- kombat

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