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letra de jackrabbit - peysoh & lil yachty

[chorus: peysoh]
we tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin’?
i don’t want no model, b-tch, i only f-ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin?
i don’t want no model, b-tch, i only f-ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit

[verse 1: peysoh]
i’m broke, b-tch, okay, we only f-ckin’ if yo’ bag right
suck a n-gga, got a potty mouth until we pass by
brodie, you a b-tch, on this planet in yo’ last lifе
we’ll really make a top shotta n-gga act right
dashin’ on thеy block, knock him off his tippy-toe
ain’t no peace around this corner, mayor and the hippies know
can’t tell ’em what i’m hearing, but i bet he feel me though
how you wifin’ up a eater, n-gga? you a silly joe
we been playing with them yappies, come and get yo’ car flipped
we gon’ do it broad day and on some after dark sh-t
my k!llers on whatever, trippin’, quick to park sh-t
when you thuggin’ in these streets, you really make your heart stiff
baby, i’m a bad doomer, opps know i don’t give a f-ck
i make this for the k!llers, don’t go play this sh-t in the club
they knew it ain’t no runnin’, but before i made it run
on the gang, i had a b before you touched your first gun
[chorus: peysoh]
we tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin’?
i don’t want no model, b-tch, i only f-ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin?
i don’t want no model, b-tch, i only f-ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit

[verse 2: lil yachty]
huh, huh, huh, huh
i ain’t graduate from syrup, so i’m agitated
real jerk off, keen m-st-rbation
put a b-tch on the street before an allegation
thirty cents for each switch, get a confirmation, uh-uh
real pop pistol, uh, right wrist up blister, huh
free my n-gga de santan, buy that n-gga, huh
free my n-gga bg jam like a wrist in the jar when you reachin’ for a pickle
i was tryna get him out that window
tryna reverse the sentence, n-ggas tweakin’, i won’t finish
all these bullets’ll get me in guinness, spendin’ money on pendants and on p-ss
you ain’t a p-ssy, ain’t gon’ give a p-ssy this
pop, top, vpn loaded on the six drop
he ain’t came up with us, f-ck him, n-gga, photo crop
i was standin’ front line, mostly i would drop
chin up, n-gga, chest out, what these n-gga not?
[chorus: peysoh & lil yachty]
we tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’ (it’s us)
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin’?
i don’t want no model, b-tch, i only f-ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin?
i don’t want no model, b-tch, i only f-ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit

- peysoh lil yachty

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