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letra de never - lil jairmy

[intro]
finesse, you stupid for this ho (like a motherf-cker)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
rubber band wrapped ’round my wrist like a hairdresser
i ain’t doin’ hair, i’m a drug seller (yeah)
run through the racks so quick like a bank teller
diamonds sayin’ sh-t that i can’t tell ’em (yeah)
got some fire o.g. but the side batch way better
when i hit the road, make ’em pay extra (yeah)
b-tch says she wanna leave, i ain’t mad at her
but she know way too much, so i can’t let her (yeah, yeah)
comin’ up, i was taught not to say never
we ain’t fallin’ off right now and we ain’t never (yeah)
back when i was dead broke, i just waited my time
salutin’ these n-ggas, i ain’t hate never (yeah)
got my own sign, n-gga, i’m a trendsetter
i ain’t never ever have to ride no wave, never (yeah)
i can tell you ain’t never bust those k’s never
i can tell you ain’t sold cocaine never

[verse 1]
i can see that you ain’t caught them plays
i can tell you a lot of things, but i can show your -ss way better
mix red and the wock’, we don’t drink yellow
put a beam on the glock and my aim better
these n-ggas ain’t been through the rain, nah
these n-ggas ain’t witness no pain
so fresh, ain’t a godd-mn stain
get the draco, no fredo, i’m lettin’ it bang
n-ggas dyin’, it’s a part of the game
heard he wasn’t even part of the gang
so that mean that he did it in vain (yeah)
n-ggas get in the sh-t for some fame
make the b-tch put a stick in her name
send a flight, put the b-tch on a plane
trap for life, ain’t no quittin’ the gang
we get older, move bricks with a cane
listen here, lemme give you some game
learn the rules ‘fore you get in the game
i ain’t tell these n-ggas ain’t never ever k!lled
’cause all of ’em movin’ the same
better keep that iron, n-gga, better not slip
’cause they’ll take you out the game
way a young n-gga sittin’ back, stackin’ these chips
i swear, it’s a beautiful thing (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
when a n-gga hurtin’, i never let ’em see it
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i never really did
now that rap gettin’ big, i’m just prayin’ that i never go back to the pen’, plus i had a little kid
y’all still sendin’ threats and y’all partners been dead for years, y’all n-ggas ain’t never gon’ spin
still f-ck you right now if it was f-ck you back then
when it’s up, my n-gga, we can never be friends
make good love to the b-tch soon as we get in private, but in public we’ll never hold hands
d-ck on the glizzy
n-ggas gon’ try me, i’m poppin’ this b-tch, it ain’t never gon’ jam
i stay strapped like a b-tch
whole lot of handguns and sticks, but they never get put on the ‘gram
and f-ck the detectives
if they so happen to catch us, i’m never gon’ tell on my fam
takin’ chances every day
i bang 4gla, but i’m never gon’ bet on the rams
and i don’t give a d-mn what they say
i feed my folks this way, i’ll never stop sellin’ these grams
i’ma trap ’til i’m old and gray
the love that i got for the game, i swear, it ain’t never gon’ end
used to f-ck with these b-tches, but never again
put my trust in these n-ggas, but never again (yeah, yeah)

- lil jairmy

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