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letra de long live jerry springer - lil tony official

[intro]
haha, what the f-ck, hari?
hahaha, b-tch (oh my god)
still’ll get low, yeah

[chorus]
i walk wit’ my chest high, but i still’ll get low
when i got this sh-ll catcher i gotta step out in sh-ll toes
me and gang tote heavy metal ’cause we come from the h-llhole
he was leanin’ off that cup, i hit his ass he fell over
i don’t even think these n-ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
all the opps is f-gs, they gotta die, think i was h0m-phobic
ain’t gotta do to much, yo’ hoe gon’ f-ck on me just ’cause thе rollie
f-ck the weavе up off this b-tch, she green and soft like guacamole

[verse 1]
n-ggas claimin’ that they demons, i’m gon’ give ’em sum’ holy
four five make him go fast, this nine’ll make him die slowly
hoe claim that i f-ck wit’ her, that hoe cap, i don’t know her
[?] inside these bullets, i hit his ass he leaned over
this lil’ hoe here give me a headache, i ain’t tryna deal wit’ her
i’m gon’ f-ck ya’ then i’ll block you, i’m sorry if ya’ feel bitter
n-gga tryna play me like i’m green, i look like a dill pickle?
n-gga must don’t know ‘fore this rap sh-t tony was a real hitter
i call my arp a lama ’cause that b-tch a real spitter
i play ring around the rosy then grew up a real spinner
h-ll nah we not from jamaica, but we all some real n-ggas
hoe can say whatever she say, i don’t give no f-ck, i still hit her
four five with the f-ckin’ switchy, can’t even see it, this b-tch invisible
and spin sh-t just like a ritual, we hit him three, got left in critical
only thing that he gon’ fight is bullets, n-gga let’s get physical
in this b-tch boy you do what i say, my room go like the princ-p-l
[chorus]
i walk wit’ my chest high, but i still’ll get low
when i got this sh-ll catcher i gotta step out in sh-ll toes
me and gang tote heavy metal ’cause we come from the h-llhole
he was leanin’ off that cup, i hit his ass he fell over
i don’t even think these n-ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
all the opps is f-gs, they gotta die, think i was h0m-phobic
ain’t gotta do to much, yo’ hoe gon’ f-ck on me just ’cause the rollie
f-ck the weave up off this b-tch, she green and soft like guacamole

[verse 2]
i give the sprite to rich carlton ’cause i get cheesy like a cracker
all the opps extinct, we iced ’em over, turned ’em terodactyl
b-tch don’t think sh-t sweet, i’ll split yo’ sh-t, i’m not no regular rapper
i been steppin’ since we in gerber, slappin’ n-ggas out his pamper
in the street this sh-t get nasty dirty, i’m talkin’ ’bout a hamper
knock the beef up out yo’ sh-t, i’m talkin’ ’bout hungry hungry helper
n-gga don’t turn out like lil’ fred, f-cked the glasses out [?]
me and my n-ggas in the woods firin’ them sticks like we some campers

[chorus]
i walk wit’ my chest high, but i still’ll get low
when i got this sh-ll catcher i gotta step out in sh-ll toes
me and gang tote heavy metal ’cause we come from the h-llhole
he was leanin’ off that cup, i hit his ass he fell over
i don’t even think these n-ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
all the opps is f-gs, they gotta die, think i was h0m-phobic
ain’t gotta do to much, yo’ hoe gon’ f-ck on me just ’cause the rollie
f-ck the weave up off this b-tch, she green and soft like guacamole

- lil tony official

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