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letra de old js - q da fool

[hook]

started with no cake, me and a old ‘k
i’m getting it now, i ain’t worried bout the old days
pull up with two glocks, sing like the o’jays
bought the diors but i still rock the old j’s
young crackheads broke shoutout them old js
i couldn’t triple a ten shoutout the new wave
rapping ass n-gga an actor – johnny cage
turnt in the club, he got smacked with some bombay
turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
i can’t even cry ‘cause n-ggas die like every day
i got that white b-tch with me – mary kate
n-ggas be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a ak
[verse]

she callin’ you brokе but she call me her main baе
learned how to shoot dice from grandma faye
fell like i’m pootie tang, n-gga “wa-da-tay”
i’m rich as a b-tch what my wallet say
tell her don’t do that and give her the father face
me verse the feds, b-tch we having a charger chase
leave that boy dead, somebody give him a charger case
swear i duck bullets but never could dodge a case
these n-ggas know how it go and it’s not safe
ran up my bag and i turnt up the whole state
n-ggas be hoes, how you scared of your own fate?
if i have a daughter i gotta name her faith
‘cause that’s all i had in that cell, i ain’t give up
them people come get you, you better keep your chin up
christmas tree – we leaving opp n-ggas lit up
sh-lls hit his spine so that boy can’t even get up
(d-mn) n-gga get up
your b-tch was right here shawty you ain’t even pick up
you ain’t slide first, that’s the reason you hit up
he just a rookie, seen blood and he spit up (b-tch)
n-gga speed up, you know we got kids and they need us
don’t let us go broke, n-gga won’t n0body feed us
a slave in the jail, n-gga that’s how they treat us
she wouldn’t say hi, now they be geekin’ to see us
fly as a b-tch
these n-ggas lowkey wanna be us
‘cause i’m strong as sh-t
i’m blowing smoke this sh-t might lift a tree up
poppin rps and i keep pouring lean up
hop out the jeep and i’m f-cking the scene up
background dirty but touchdown with clean stuff
i give her d-ck then i make the b-tch clean up
[hook]

started with no cake, me and a old ‘k
i’m getting it now, i ain’t worried bout the old days
pull up with two glocks, sing like the o’jays
bought the diors but i still rock the old j’s
young crackheads broke, shout out them old js
i couldn’t triple a ten, shoutout the new wave
rapping ass n-gga an actor – johnny cage
turnt in the club, he got smacked with some bombay
turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
i can’t even cry ‘cause n-ggas die like every day
i got that white b-tch with me – mary kate
n-ggas be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a ak

- q da fool

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