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letra de jazzy pha vibes - nario da don

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yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
freaky nique on the beat
unhhh

yeah
aye
i had to pop him i hit him for like the whole thing
i get a beat and i ride that b-tch like a soul plane

i blow the h-rn when i’m driving think i got road rage
i can tell you a lot things bout the dope game
lately i been a loner i’m doing my own thing
the industry watered down i like them old days

the only time i look down is when my phone ring
i used to beg thе dj to get my song played
systematic prеssure this is not a lecture
glizzy on the dresser put you on a stretcher

all this pain that i witnessed got me messed up
im calling fades if a n-gga try me guess what
i came in with a florida vibe came in with a name
try to play ill knock yo organs out

let me sing bout this pain my style unorthodox
stated respecting women
just cause i had a daughter now
yeah

my son see my face like
d-mn we gone have fun now
and f-ck my baby mama that lil b-tch
she act so dumb now

n-gga tried to kfc me right on the come out
but them n-ggas chicken when they seen
i brought a drum out
i hope i don’t fan into ashes when the sun out

i’m a vampire my empire is like a store now
i been up for two days
right now i need some shut eye
jit finessed him he peeped it
then he pulled his gun out

took a couple losses but it’s a minor set
i been goin through some things
it feel like my mind possessed
shout out to gamble and john dough

they taught me how to stretch
wish i could name all them them m-th-f-ckas
that i finessed
i had to pop him i hit him for like the whole thing

i hit the beat and i ride that b-tch like a soul plane
i blow the h-rn when i’m driving think i got road rage
i can tell you a lot things bout the dope game
lately i been alone i’m doing my own thing

the industry watered down i like them old days
the only time i look down is when my phone ring
i used to beg the dj to get my son played
keep a 40 tucked in my amiris

i’ll put a screw inside you back
like some earrings
feel like the ninth inning at the world series
all this pain that i witnessed

got my vision blurry
n-ggas talk down cuz the know they fear me
they know my heart tougher than some deer meat
choppa flip a n-gga make hime feel like he cheerleadin

n0body know who k!lled him
til this day it’s just a theory
yeah
i’m with ya main getting brain til my d-ck throb

you couldn’t hang if you came with a lynch mob
i’m with the gang don’t get sprayed
or just get robbed
they switchin lanes bustin brains

what a sick job
i had to pop him i hit him for like the whole thing
i hit the beat and i ride that b-tch like a soul plane
i blow the h-rn when i’m driving think i got road rage

i can tell you a lot things bout the dope game
lately i been alone i’m doing my own thing
the industry watered down i like them old days
the only time i look down is when my phone ring

i used to beg the dj to get my song played

- nario da don

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