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letra de john doe - lbs kee'vin

[verse 1]
i don’t like em petite, baby you gotta eat, but i do like to f-ck on the models
leave that sh-t in the street, if you reachin’ i teachin’, if he bluffin’ we touch yo [brovado?]
imma f-ck her for free, imma dive in the sea
why this n-ggas be playin’ the condo?
put uh price on his head, i give you the bread
f-ck his name we gon’ change it to jhon doe

[?]
leave him dead, yhea yhea
i want his head, yhea (yhea)
pick eh bet, the pistol mechanical, fill it with lead yhea (yhea)
leave em dead, yhea yhea
i want his head, yhea (yhea)
pick eh bet, the pistol mechanical, fill it with lead yhea (yhea)

[verse 2]
gaveah numba to me nd’ i texted to see if she tryina to come f-ck in the condo
i’ve been ballin’ fo’ real in the system, my n-ggas been callin’ me lbs rondo
im the sickest lil n-gga, was born as a dealer, my grandma, nd’ even my mom though
they created a plan, no im not a skater, but [?] thats who i grind fo’
my tv vs nd’ my belt got the rind stones
call that b-tch over because i need my mind blown
i make her blow the whole team like uh trombone
-whistles-
i can do this sh-t with uh blind fold
imma paper chaser, baby wonder how im flexxin’, don’t go to the gym
duckin’ on uh b-tch she good at takin’ at d-ck
i do this sh-t up on er rim, ugh
them lbs n-ggas worth alot of fingers, i promise you not one of them
if uh n-gga reachin’ for my chain- he gon’ need another limb
(waaa)
back to the basics, trappin’ out uh vacant, that talk nd’ we switchin’ locations
(lets go)
my mouth is sealed, i rip uh affidavit, on god i ain’t givin’ no statements
(shhh)
it took me three minutes to get her naked, this d-ck like uh blunt nd’ she face
-whistles-
imma be real to the day i get sick, give uh f-ck bout how much im makin’
(im making, im makin’, im makin’)
[outro]
jhon doe
jhon doe
jhon doe

- lbs keevin

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