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letra de carbon - lil jairmy

[intro: lil jairmy]

[verse 1: lil jairmy]
100 rounds on that yappa, hit yo block and make it flood
every time somebody die, they always ask us where we was
b-tch don’t move, n-gga bet not budge
i don’t want to talk, n-gga i want blood
and i ain’t gone wait, i don’t hold no grudge
i get off on that boy with the drugs
flooded my mouth and it shine like a bulb
carbon on me and it blow like a bomb
i just want her for her throat and her charm
got og smoke stuck all in my lungs
i got a gun and that b-tch got a drum
do it yourself make sure it gun done
do it up close, make sure it can run
b-tch it ain’t a game, we do it for fun
if an opp catch me slipping, i ain’t even gone trip
im gone come around yo block, wet up then i dip
sauce on my body, im wet with the drip
she making me moan when she suck on the tip
blood money on me fingertips
young n-gga came home, and he took off fast
pack just landed, that’s too much gas
yeah i got that bag, these n-ggas just b-tch and get mad

[chorus: lil jairmy]
baby, i come from the trenches
we serve n-ggas out backdoor
if i hit the road and bring it to you, its gone cost more
choppas with extensions, im gone spray that b-tch like rambo
death before dishonor, ill show you what it stand for
i got snakes on my collar (gucci), got racks in my mouth
we don’t talk to the 12, we don’t ride like that
we don’t play bout that paper, we gone scoot up with macs
when it come through the mail yeah, we gone run with that pack
gasgang “?” , bobbygang get you whacked
i was trapping and robbing, i was probably selling crack
i always ride with that carbon, n-ggas say they wanna jack
100 rounds on the bottom, leave the n-gga where he at

verse 2: bg kenny lou]

folks grab me asking about bodies
i told’, i don’t know nothing about that
im like, sir i’ve been pushing the packs
i’ve been rapping and ducking the straps
im sipping on muddy get full of that gas and fall on my -ss
“?” , lil n-gga don’t really want beef with us
southpark know them streets and us
hard on a hoe, that “?”
bad b-tch smoke and sip lean with us
drake with the drum with the beam on us
in case a n-gga thinking about creeping up, im sleeping him
f-ck with the gas and the east in here
grooving and smoking on leaf in here
a lot in my pocket, my jeans is stiff
“?” the cleanest crip
with this glock on me, i got the meanest hip
“?” them n-ggas 12, we not f-cking with them
we having bodies? don’t know about that
“?” with the gas get it rocking in here

- lil jairmy

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