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letra de fucked up bout it - lil jairmy

[chorus lil jairmy x jward]
i went and ran me up a bag, now they f-cked up bout it
but, i love making haters mad, don’t give a f-ck bout it
boy i stay down at the trap me and my niggas bout it
i put my faith up in my strap, ion trust anybody
lil nigga get up off my d-ck and let yo’ b-tch ride it
them niggas did you like a lick, he ain’t did shit bout it
these niggas talk that gangsta shit, but they don’t live by it
i tatted double g up on me, and i’mma k!ll bout it! yeh yeh

[verse 1: lil jairmy]
say my big homie, just came home
and that boy still bout
lil j up in that wheel chair, and that boy still solid
don’t give no f-cks bout you, we don’t care bout nobody
i got enough problems, i can’t let no hoe stop me
i turn the east up, i know i got them folks watching
niggas ran off with my swag, like i ain’t know bout it
i motivated you nigga, just tell the truth bout it
gone put my name in a song, see what i do bout it
i bet i’m gone shoot bout it, hang all out the roof bout it
niggas getting too c-cky, these niggas too sloppy
gotta keep the tool on me, jippin ain’t no option
i just took my hoe shoppin’ i got all the kids watchin’ yeh yeh

[verse 2: lil jairmy]
we sellin’ dope, we count that dough, we up in broad day
i’m at the trap i’m kicking shit, i’m selling hard yay
nigga call my phone about a b-tch he talking gun play
i’m feeling blessed, i moved my whole pack on a sunday
i told my niggas we gone run that check up, one way
got these niggas mad now, they soakin’ up the swagg now
only thang that hoe listening to is that gas now
i got these niggas rappin’ pullin’ songs out they -ss now
they just make me laugh na, i’m still yellin’ “trap or die”
niggas hate me cause i got the juice and ion rap alot
if they really knew what i been through
they understand why. set the hood on fire
i had to set the standard high. tryna go against the team
man that boy be -ssed out. i ain’t gotta say a thing
i’ma pull them choppas out. money ion play about
f-ck her til’ she p-ssin’ out. i got some big racks on me
like thugga, boy i’m cashin’ out
before her nigga even know i f-cked her
boy i’m smashin’ out. charges to the game
that shit ain’t worth you getting k!lled bout
i ain’t saving nobody, i ain’t saving nobody
b-tch say i’ma dawg coo! ion give a f-ck bout it
she f-cked on my dawg too, i ain’t f-cked up bout it
that b-tch there, a busy body. she gone f-ck on anybody!
she can f-ck on everybody, i swear i won’t care about it
i’ma count this money still, i won’t lose no hair about it!

- lil jairmy

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