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letra de jail call - rondoe

(intro)
yea, yea
i’m not playin (big baby)
i’m not playin (haha)
can’t f-ck wit me (straight up)
yea n-gga i said it (yea)
n-ggas can’t fucc wit me (can’t fucc wit me)
straight like that

(verse 1)
i’m into gettin thous, i ain’t into talkin loud
ask my n-ggas, i’m the first to shoot, if some sh-t go down
i was on my lil bid, chillin, getting big
on the phone wit my b-tches, all day, talking sh-t
i hit my bm, sh-t i gotta talk to my kids
you catch all that time, find out, who really is not your friend
i just got out, and my lil cousin, man he went in
but its a part of the game when you out here tryin to win
phone ringing, pingin, tryin to see what they tryin to spend
and i ain’t forgot, how they shot my lil men
that’s what we call life, and sometimes, that’s how the sh-t go
a son and a father and a gangsta, on his tombstone
my mama keep on tellin me, you need to leavе it lone
i won’t stop saying free phatz and flip, til they come homе
ain’t nothin promised to us in this world but death
give a f-ck if you white or black
that’s a known fact
keep something stupid, n-ggas gone do what to who?
give a f-ck if you cuz or you soo-woop
i ain’t wit the games, i’m into gettin money
my b-tch said if it come to it, she will hoe for me
the whole time i was locked up, i was good
and problems n-gga, i didn’t have none
straight up n-gga
brim boy gang

- rondoe

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