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letra de no hook - lil jedi

[intro]
raesam on the beat
oh that’s taj mvhvl

[verse 1: taj mvhvl]
insane in the membrane, (crazy) no chains on (nope, nope)
thats a mother f-cking lie, got at least ’bout four (whoo!)
panties to the side, then complete my ch0r-
even if you sandusky, couldn’t even touch the boy (ew)
you ain’t never did it like this (nope), not in recent memory
go ‘head and cop a drop top, and end up like kennedy
remember me? a-rod, your whole team is little league
she open sesame, turns out she wasn’t even into me
f-ck me for the money, told her “keep that same energy”
if i went broke, you’d go ghost, you wouldn’t limp with me
so imma keep flossing (know that), and imma keep stunting
and the stick so big, like i’m going deer hunting
this the belly of the beast, hope he at least do his crunches
your girl give me box, like she packing all my lunches (mm)
you mustard, ketchup and relish every moment
im hot dog, an you the buns i don’t want on it

[verse 2: lil jedi]
gucci on my socks, i buy gucci for my thots, sike
shorty getting lucky if i buy her nikes, (she lucky) hop up in the coupe make her ride the bike (ride the bike)
i’m strapped up just like a dyk-, popping xans like mike & ikes (mike & ikes)
make a movie with her she call me spike, hit it one time then make her hike
she ride on me like a bike, (bike) i give her just what she like, (yup) red bottoms they came with spikes, (yup) talk crazy i’ll knock out ya lights
i might just hop on a flight, (flight) my bankrolls done grew them some height (tall)
my diamonds they shining they bright, (bling!) i’m up and its making em tight (yup)
vvs got me dripping lately, (drip) hundreds blue, why i been cripping lately? (crip)
i’m not your man, why you tripping baby? (why?) you won’t never catch me slipping lazy (nope)
poker face, imma stack up my chips
gabby union, imma make the pack flip
drop my top, do the dash in the whip (skrt)
i’m throwing cash while she shaking her hips (shake)
bullets turn a rapper to an athlete, (run) bullets got em running like a track meet
cop the drop, getting top in the backseat, (yup) i ain’t never worried ’bout a rapper rap sheet (nope)
girl you need me, don’t mislead me. if you got a problem please don’t tweet me (don’t)
yeah i want it all, young jedi greedy, imma k!ll the game and clean up neatly

- lil jedi

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