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letra de jumpthatnigga - lazy3x

[intro]
that n-gga ain’t sh-t, he talk about tec (uh-huh)
pull up with the gl!ck, we split up his neck, ayy (fah, fah, fah)
pull up with ak, hop on a [?]
mayday, choppa, it’s singing’ like ray j
my n-gga gang bang, darkie, it leave you bloodstained
we take his money like blue gang
f-ck on your boo thang, takin’ a blue [?] (chang)
i got the bands in my clan like wu-tang
but n-ggas, it’s insane, sendin’ these shots to his main frame
the bullets, they f-ck up his membrane
b-tch, i’m not talkin’, i’m shootin’ on s-
glocky (prodigal)
yeah
go, uh, yeah, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i got a mop, b-tch i got a tool
pull up with the glock, it chew him like food
if that n-gga talk, end up on the news
i get to the guap, i sit up the blues (fah fah, fah fah)
if that n-gga pop, then he in a tomb
i pull up his spot, i shoot up the room
i ball with the mop, that bih’ go boom (fah)
i got the stain (fah), n-gga, zoom
he say that i’m lame, n-gga, who?
he say that he bang, n-gga, shoot
he not in the paint, that n-gga don’t hoop
pull up with the k, i’m shootin’ like hoop
and she give me face right in my coupe
get shot in the face if that n-gga fool
if that n-gga play, then my n-ggas shoot
these n-ggas be g-y, these n-ggas be fruit (ha-ha)
the glizzy, it’s splittin’ this [?] jew
the bullets, they rip him, don’t bust in and chew
these n-ggas, they p-ssy, ain’t dumpin’ no tool
i’m uppin’ the glock, you ain’t runnin’ them juice
that n-gga get shot with a big-ass bullet (baow)
i was in middle school shootin’ at bullies
i pour me the double, i bet that i pull it
you talkin’ a lot, but that n-gga won’t do it
like boy, i’m big lazy, you know that i flex (uh-huh)
she all on my d-ck, she know that i’m next
that n-gga ain’t sh-t, he talk about tec (uh-huh)
pull up with the gl!ck, we split up his neck, ayy (fah, fah, fah)
pull up with ak, hop on a [?]
mayday, choppa, it’s singing’ like ray j
my n-gga gang bang, darkie, it leave you bloodstained
we take his money like blue gang
f-ck on your boo thang, takin’ a blue [?] (chang)
i got the bands in my clan like wu-tang
but n-ggas, it’s insane, sendin’ these shots to his main frame
the bullets, they f-ck up his membrane
b-tch, i’m not talkin’, i’m shootin’ on sight
like twenty-three shots, i’m shootin’ like mike
but he not on the block, he rap on the mic
walk down, run down, creepin’ in night
b-tch, i’m with the choppa, i’m servin’ ’em pies
that n-gga brought a knife to a gunfight (yeah)
pull up with the pipe, now that n-gga ten tie
it looks like a type, boy that n-gga’s son died, ayy (huh?)
i got a glock on me, uh (ha-ha)
i got the guap on me, uh (fah, fah)
i got a thot on me, uh (glocky)
you get the shot on me, uh (chang, chang)
n-gga strap pot on me, uh (ha-ha)
n-gga bleed how i bleed, uh
you no blood, i bleed, uh (slatt)
leave his body in the street (slatt, slatt, slatt)
[outro]
(prodigal)

- lazy3x

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