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letra de jah-monte - lord jah-monte ogbon

[produced by kirk collins]

-yeah…aye…alkaline water sh-t, everytime!-

[verse 1: lord jah-monte ogbon]
put some respect on my sh-t!
this ain’t the same “callis” from back in the day
advise my lord to keep a mac, it ain’t safe
aye, how this your city, you still askin’ to play!?
ask me, that’s like a smack-in-the-face
racks & a ‘k
i’m cross the water; international bae!
fine as f-ck, but her attitude stank
keep my name out these f-ckin’ “city rapper” debates
got my own lane, that sh-t don’t matter to me
i was cut different!
you barely pushing an ounce, what’s all this “plug” business?
shoot at your house for my respect, ‘cuz ain’t no love in it
going circles ’round these n-ggas, like we ferris wheelin’
signed to myself, don’t wanna share a million
call me selfish, call me c-cky, call-whatever
just don’t call me without no motherf-ckin’ cheddar
you ain’t tried to put me on, i held vendettas
aye… this sh-t ain’t no beretta!!

[chrous: lord jah-monte ogbon]
to get this f-ckin’ bread, i made a gesture
he ain’t built for this sh-t, lordy pleasure
hard-body god-body, you don’t measure
it dont matter where we at, it’s whatever!

go get some f-cking bread lordy, do better
why you worried ’bout these hoes & you on credit!?
ain’t got no motherf-cking time for error
go get your sh-t together! (real life!!)

[verse 2: lord jah-monte ogbon]
the city f-ckin’ hype… ain’t dropped in “nothin’ nice”
know the lordy got the light to keep in touch; the christ
i ain’t trying to build ma, i’m tryna f-ck tonight!
n-ggas know my name from selling o’s, and cutting-(oh my god! callis!!)
r.i.p re, was touchin’ keys like justin bright
send 100 at your bucket, like-
i need a redbone, without a “hands-on”, but still hands on
when you got bread, it ain’t no friend-zone
she took the benz home, we in the end-zone
city sh-t, like cam newton
swine in ’em, look how your man moving… aye!
n-ggas be tellin’, like frank lucas
f-ck around, and put the eight to him
your broke ass still eighth-moving?
we in the whole state moving!
let the smokers get a sample, like they crate using
f-ck around, we in your face stupid!

go get some f-cking bread lordy, do better
why you worried ’bout these hoes & you on credit!?
ain’t got no motherf-cking time for error
go get your sh-t together! (real life!!)

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- lord jah monte ogbon

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