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letra de no joke - shady l

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d-mn
(he,he,he,he)
gotta add the laugh to it

[ verse 1: lil ruu]
b-tch you know we rapping ain’t no joke and you know
and you know my n-ggas, yeah we got the poles and you
know we finna aim it, at your nose
yea you know that ,that you know ,that you know

d-mn
[verse 2: shady l]
i really feel like sam choppa on me in my left hand
i’ma blam, hit em in his head 3,2
that’s a photo
i like shooting fire i’m not saying no komodo
(bing)

hit em in his head we gone take that picture
(take it)
she been sipping on the lean and the liquor

[verse 3: lil ruu]
lean and the liqour boy you better not
kiss her, i took his sister and you know that you
gone miss her he bеt not diss us
and you know if he do he gone miss us
(d-mn)
you gonе end up in a ditch
you a snitch (d-mn)
and he just mad that i took his b-tch
(ha)

and you know he ain’t gone do sh-t
yeah i hit him with the bl!ck, yeah i hit em with the bl!ck
i got the stick, and you know i’m boutta have em really sick
(ok)
yeah i make em sneeze fresher then a breeze
(d-mn)
and you know i’m really drippin i’m really clean
you know i got that drip amiri jeans

[verse 3: shady l]
amiri clean
amiri every-thing
(d-mn)

running through the cities, climibing down the chimney’s
rocking with the fifty’s
everybody know i’m playing with her tites

(ha)

tryna go hard think i need some goyard
shoot a 3-point ,yeah thats the old park (2k)

i been getting to this cash just like ozark, (d-mn)
i’ma shoot up at his head and make it restart

[verse 4: lil ruu]
mmm, don’t
(do what!)
get blammed (ha)
you know my n-gga yeah, he get these fancy clamps
and you know my n-ggas yeah, we some vamps
don’t think of blood (d-mn)
don’t need no hug (ha)

guess what
(what)
you is a bug, i step you in my uggs
d-mn

[cut-in]
hold on i’m finna
go-in
(d-mn)

[verse 5: shady l]
ok
my turn watch the bridge burn
i’ma take all the money yeah i earned

i’ma beat up the p-ssy
make the p-ssy burn (wow)
choppa on me boy it make em dispurse
i don’t got no time for these liars
these n-ggas they on fire
this choppa its like myers

light you like a lighter
treat you like a vamp- ian talking bout no pire
i’m the type to take the whole city down empire

i’ma do this dance, takin all these perky’s
ian never take no xan’s
homie i’ll turn yo head into a trans

i’m the type to hit my mother-f-cking money dance
walkin through the city yo b-tch
yeah she with me

i’m the type to grab on her breast and her tittie
got the wock like santa
i’m the type to pour all eighth’s in the fanta

feel like i’m the greatest
next day i’m happy the next day
i hate it
i’m the type to shoot at you
you die just like the matrix

ok you gone get it
knocking off his fitted
ain’t talking i’m listen-in
but i really get the competition
f-ck his b-tch she missing me

and she kissing me
she glissining

ahhh

uh

aha

b-tch!

(b-tch you know we rapping ain’t no joke and you know
and you know my n-ggas, yeah we got the poles and you
know we finna aim it, at your nose
yea you know that ,that you know ,that you know d-mn,)

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