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letra de i'm heavy - jon connor

ah, look, barsh-t, the code that i live by
finally made it every n-gg- in the crib by
bad b-tches, every chick up in the crib by
you f-cking clown, i’ll show you how to live life
all this hard work done paid off
this how you live when y’all don’t take no days off
eyes red, studio i’m working long shift
you beefing over her, you’re f-cking with the wrong b-tch
heavy
real n-gg- chronicals
i tell them vamonos, now they falling like dominos
i’m everywhere, looking for me like tryina find a ghost
she give me brain like this hoe is on a honor roll
real sh-t, my life been on some i’ll sh-t
since mo cleavs told me n-gg- go and kill sh-t
so give me life for this sh-t i write
lock me up
sit back and watch me maseratti pick the bodies up

[hook]
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy in this b–tch
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy on them all
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy in this b–tch
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy on them all
it’s fly city, to the best
i wake up and grind hard everyday…
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy in this b–tch
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy on them all
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy in this b–tch
i’m heavy, i’m heavy, i’m heavy on them all

… someone speak fred flintstone
grind through them flint holes,
with the window down with no tints on
they don’t know me like john b,
then i pulled up with john c,
at the club and pop that dime piece
i’m a king, like…
and man, where i go, i’m heavy
… chain, and a 7
pull up in that chevy, moving d, rest in peace to…
money talking coming quick fast
ride so fast… dream bout getting money
better go with your b-tch -ss
i round them up, round them up
bts she down to f-ck
this white she see bts, she said what’s that
down to suck
yeah, let’s get it, rather snap back in that fitty
don’t matter man, wherever man
i’ma represent for my city
it’s the… open, please don’t think that i’m joking
yeah that money got it rolling
keep… when i open, yeah
i f-ck with shooters holler reggie
and you don’t want these problems boy
cause you’re not rolling heavy

see now these n-gg-s is hating
and all these hoes they be watching
i hit my folks out in callie
they told me let’s get it popping
let the n-gg-s be blocking,
because they b-tches be jocking
killing rappers is easy, cause most these n-gg-s is garbage
i call them sons of b-tches but i blame that on they fathers
now every city them hoes, making it clap, they applaud us
i hope my mama forgive me, i’m hitting somebody’s daughter
they be looking for balers, in vip with the starters
sh-t i’m happy out here, they don’t know what to call it
time is money my n-gg-, why the f-ck is you stalling
trading paper for plastic, sh-t won’t fit in my wallet
2 bad b-tches -ss sick, call that sh-t a ménage us
wanna roll with the bosses, see the club that i work
so spread your legs in the office, so why the f-ck is we talking
me and my n-gg- mistah fab grind it hard to get it
now we living every minute, and don’t know nothing different
cause b-tch

- jon connor

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