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letra de jackie chan - lord $hredda

[intro]
sheesh, yeah yeah, ha

[verse 1]
south beach, top floor suite, i’m enjoying the view (yeah)
then i get with this groupie b-tch no telling what she do
take this d-ck, b-tch don’t take no pics, yeah you know the rules
break your spine, hit it from behind a different point of view
pick and choose, when i make my move, 3 hoes like the stooges
she think i’m into her, but i’m a emperor i got my crew
i told the p-ssy act the part, back in battle like she bruised (sheesh)
put my chips on thе table bet on black i nevеr lose
off to the races, the bands say you basic
good job with that head hoe is this your occupation
paper is what i’m chasing, with no hesitation
read between the lines like it was legislation
b-tch i’m on probation, 3 years in the making
i know the love is fake sh-t, i know it’s really vacant
drugs for meditation, keep me elevated
b-tches call me lord, i feel like i’m raiden
[hook]
play to win, then win again
chasing money, i think i love the sin (sheesh)
uncle serve that white, but he ain’t uncle ben (uncle ben)
n-gga taught me how to turn a dollar into a ten (ten)
you can’t be resenting, (?)
she f-cking with me ‘cuz i’m popping like a frying pan (frying pan)
i hit that hoe once, and then hit her again
i pulled a rush hour, she call me jackie chan

[verse 2]
she wanna open doors, see i just wanna f-ck (f-ck)
and like she on life support i’ma pull the plug (plug)
gone in a rush, look behind, you in the dust (dust)
smoking on this gas, you can tell it smell like runtz
i swear the weed so loud you would think you heard a fuss (woah)
i told the blunt to hush, yeah i told the blunt to hush (b-tch hush)
b-tch i’m not a soda, told ya i can’t be your crush (yeah)
look i just need that head call that b-tch a brush

[hook]
play to win, then win again
chasing money, i think i love the sin (what?)
uncle serve that white, but he ain’t uncle ben (uncle ben)
n-gga taught me how to turn a dollar into a ten (ten)
you can’t be resenting, (?)
she f-cking with me ‘cuz i’m popping like a frying pan (yeah)
i hit that hoe once, and then hit her again
i pulled a rush hour, she call me jackie chan
you can’t be resenting, (?)
she f-cking with me ‘cuz i’m popping like a frying pan (yeah)
i hit that hoe once, and then hit her again
i pulled a rush hour, she call me jackie chan
[outro]
(karate noises)
b-tch, yeah
i just feel like i chopped through like three pieces of like concrete, or cinder block or whatever the f-ck

- lord hredda

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