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letra de jackpot remix - ohaji holmes

[verse 1: ohaji holmes]

what i do is not a mystery
youngin’ makin history
put it in my mind
and spit it out and call it visionary
and you know i’m drinking lean
cause it make you different
got a pretty hoe inside the studio
she kissin’ d-ck
what are you to who am i
open up your triple eye
rappers sounding all the same
i mix it up like jambalaya
in my hood its do or die
cl-ssy with no suit and tie
hustlin’ and movin’ dope
just so that im getting by
rappers using other rappers
just to get they hits off
talkin’ like they hard as rock
when i confront they still soft
tryna get me off my throne
but understand i’m still boss
when you rap you get off stage
and in the crowd there’s no applause
veteran letter in literacy
better than cheddar and still gettin’ cheese
youngin’ i’m thuggin’ its love in the streets
p-ssy come to me you beating your meat
honestly promise me
this is my dynasty
just to make sure that my momma is proud of me
if you ain’t with it
then why you surrounding me
thinking you mad
cause your girl like the sound of me
i was just 11 needed muscle
started lifting weights
then i needed money in my pockets
started moving weight
n-ggas start congratulating
told them that they came to late
shorty had a stripper booty
moving like a figure
yes i’m asking why you try
when your sh-t is super dry
your sh-t won’t pop off or fly
grounded like when i was 5
why you rappers steady lyin’
your guess is as good as mine
first i get that p-ssy wet
then you know i scuba dive
asking me these questions
just so you can make -ssumptions
always been intelligent
but treated like a dumb kid
n0body believed in me
and now i’m finna’ run sh-t
triggas’ to these n-ggas that be hatin’
im accomplished
not a single n-gga in my clique
you wanna’ f-ck with
unless you with that merch and hustle
that’s what we about sh-t
enough with the money
gotta’ get up on that clout sh-t
i remember being broke
now being broke’s forgotten
step in the game
reppin’ the bay
women are fast
like undalay
what can you say
not a dam thing
endin’ the game
fat lady sing
breakin’ the bank
gas in tank
smokin’ the dank
what’s in my drank
your girl said
i am the man
its f-ck swag
hillary sw-nk
i been the messiah
since my mom and pops had me
i grew up in the ghetto
like a youngin’ from iraqi
if you talk sh-t
you know we get it cracking
leave your face full of red dots like acne
we were only street raised
never really home grown
you say that you hip
but you a hypocrite
you unknown
asking if i’m serious
can’t you tell by my tone
is it meant to be
look i can feel it in my funny bone
food and liquor everyday
like lupe fiasco
been around me long enough
you know that im a -ssh0l-
we can go to war and battle
like rambo
step into my hood will leave you dead
castro
if you trap like me
you know you move oz’s
and girl please don’t speak (why)
cause you don’t know me
we stay high af
so we never lowkey
and
i rap like crack
so now you can od

- ohaji holmes

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