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letra de all the juice - oren major

i’m too much to handle
my crew full of animals
carnivores, canibals
commas and capital
hammers, mechanical
blowing botanical
backwood and indigo
40 gang centerfold
look like a brick or a l!ck
like an envelope
you can get hit with that coastal flow swimmer stroke
wrestling a damsel hoe
sampling her camel toe
she got that fire
i blow out ya candle ho
my check athletic
it jump out the bando
did a 360 and sh-t
i put the team on my back like a flannel, they gon be with me in this
i’m too important to focus on haters, why, they itty bitty in this
i like em foreign, exotic and tropic, why
we’d have the prettiest kids
pockets deeper than a tenor vocal
i’m a rap god or religion mogul
should be in the oval, shawty skin is mocha, ima bend her over
that’s beginners yoga, check her chess and poke her with the mini cobra, yellow diamonds wetter than a lemon soda, gave my n-ggas work without a school diploma, i can smell the money that’s a new aroma, i be dodging z’s i don’t fall asleep cause i might f-ck around and slip into a coma
mix the soda with the coca cola push it like a stroller til i took it over
blue loafs, cushion like a sofa when it used to be constricted like a boa
i don’t like you n-ggas, air out the trash when i spaz on the mic even tho i don’t like to litter, uhn

ballin like swoosh
i got all the juice
callin up the troops
fire up, shoot
light it up, snoop
high enough to
fly up to the moon
water on my neck
that’s a typhoon
blowin thru a check
that’s a monsoon
talkin to myself, like
they can’t stop you

i’m douching you p-ssies
yo crew full of cookies
probably used to being bullied in school
i’m schooling rookies
stick a fork in n-ggas fully cook em
people never used to understand me
i risk it all the 40 gang
treat the money like a second family
n-ggas hate to see you thinking different
manifest it when u stay consistent
n-ggas talking sh-t i check it like we balling
i’m the goat and all that how i jump from distance with my legs spread, got yo hoe covered up with my bedspread, got my wood in her throat that’s a peg leg, if you come through my door you’re a dead man, and a body won’t float with a sandbag, got her running for reds and handbags, got her higher than red and meth-man, trying to test him
like gettin hired to fail an exam
man these n-ggas be flipping like heads tails
i ain’t trying to kick it like bed rails, tell a frog leap, tell a p-ssy leak where you lay like i just cracked an egg sh-ll
choking out compet-tors
on the regular
i’m a metaphor developer
eat it up like cheddar yeah
ima predator
all that’s left of you is skeleton
i take an l and i celebrate
study the game and i meditate
sh-t that you only hear winners say
all there’s left to do is meditate

- oren major

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