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letra de so fukd up - lil jack

and all my n-ggas say:

[hook: lil jack] 2x
d-mn, mane i’m higher than a motherf-cker
can’t stop now, my n-ggas dyin’
so we get f-cked up, the cocaine, the line after line
b-tch -ss n-ggas steady lyin’, get ya, get ya
bring ya murder to you n-ggas with a chainsaw
blow yo brains out, where them n-ggas actin’ tough?
get f-cked up, this reefer got me f-cked up
this liquor got me f-cked up, so f-cked up

[verse 1: lil jack]
i been up for whole weeks
sleep walkin’, talkin’ through my t–th
i done ran through about a oz
(?) homie hit a l1ck, (?) a n-gga for i have a brick
he with the sh-t, mane all he’s sayin’ is hit that sh-t
shawty tryin’ to suck a n-gga d-ck but that won’t work, work
purrp in the bong, mix it with the sherm
paranoid, hoe i’m on that work, work
whole body numb, heart beatin’ like a drum
hands shakin’ – where my cigarettes?
hallucinations; seein’ silhouettes
them voices tellin’ me to resurrect
then go and leave yo mammy pillow wet
man maybe it’s the pill effects
shawty hit the blow and p-ssed out
i told my n-gga check her pose
my n-gga told me check her purse
i’m affiliated with (?)
alot of snow c0ke (?) beat a n-gga to a bl–dy pulp
and lord forgive me for my sins
i know i be goin’ in and i know (?) head until then
representin’ for my friends that’s dead
blow a little (?), take some blow to the head
pop a pill, leave ya f-cked up
i see into her everything
catchin’ drains after drains of cocaine
we ain’t smokin’ with you square n-ggas
my hair triggers don’t spare n-ggas
from where n-ggas get airlifted
fishscale in the air, i can smell it
you know the type of sh-t that you scared to inhale it
you know the type of sh-t that you scared to sell it
think a n-gga might rob you, your b-tch might tell it
my main hoe told me sew up
told my n-gga double up and keep the b-tch out
i keep clouds of smoke flyin’ out my mouth

[verse 2: advocate]
now i’m high, really high, mane i’m about to smoke
plenty grams, pentagrams, plenty liquor, finna slam
… down my throat
rollin’ up a blunt, pack another bowl
stop smokin’ newport, now i’m back, hit the dro
cup full of syrup, triple stack in the roll
b-tch i’m like a winter coat with jack, frost and the snow
(?) love smokin’ reefer, the cannabis sativa
(?) on the seas, cutie pie b-a-g ya
kush that’ll singe yo nose hairs
when you smell it through the bag
medical purrp in the white like freezer
… grab a flame and get the chokin’
(?) sip it, pop it, smoke it only (?) potent potent
codeine, promethazine, (?) juice
(?) blunts (?) like a fireplace when i hit the herb
thc particles off in my lungs
smokin’ it up til i’m feelin’ numb
she suckin’ me up until i’m finna c-m
sh-t i d-mn near p-ssed out when i emptied my drum
tussionex, codein and sprite on the rocks
puff it (?) night on the blocks
chiefin’ on (?) way despite of the cops
red beams on his body look like chicken pox
i keep clouds of smoke flyin’ out my mouth

- lil jack

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