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letra de jesus piece - rashaun hampton

[intro]
(we the whip) just noises, hilarious

[hook]
i just bought two car and them b-tches foreign
i throw her the keys and tell her bring back in the morning
jesus piece, my diamonds got stories
dont call up the plug unless you ready to kick his door in, rest in peace
the trap house been jumping, i didn’t pay my lease, jesus please
they came for the dope but they didn’t get a thing, pocket squeeze
the more that you make then the more shit that you gotta peep, visibly
she ate all the cake but she did not say please
diamonds in c-ke when i sneeze i’m so cold

[verse 1: rashaun hampton]
privy nigga do whatever he say nigga
go and hit replay nigga
man i really hate fake niggas
always running off with the he say she say nigga
came down with the whole villa
bitter-sweet niggas claiming that they’re real street niggas
you ain’t never hold heat nigga
hold peace nigga you ain’t living low-key nigga
down for a little break, but she came down for a little taste
give these hoes strawberitas by the liter
and your b-tch came down drunk a whole case
niggas talk they ain’t saying shit
i mean its hard not to floss when you lane switch
dumb niggas back at home on the same shit
lame shit so he had to pull the game quick
we was only plotting on the next day
ride with your b-tch for the foreplay

[hook]

[verse 2: shac from da 3]
hop out your b-tch then i hop in the coupe
she petty petty she wanna know what i do
i empty the clip you step on my shoes
i walk in the trap with the diamonds all over jesus 10 a key
stop being scary you know what that is
i got two birds birds drop in the water like fish fettuccine
because shac finna cook he came for the cheese
long extendo clip limousine, i’m so cold
the plug think he gotti, i came with the shotti
rideing with scottie we been illuminatt
woah woah everybody want to try be somebody, see thru cavalli listen to papi i was still bunkin the trap was still jumping
roll down the window the nigga still dumping
b-tches will love you until its no money
i dont know i cut like some judges i’m so cold ooooo i’m so cold

[hook]

- rashaun hampton

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