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letra de numb numb juice (remix) - stro

[intro]
yeah-yeah
swish, swish
uh

[verse]
yeah, tappin’ like i’m savion glover
sometimes i feel like f-ck the world, gotta save me a rubber (yeah, uh)
say that i love her, i lied, let it burn like i’m usher
i got feelings for these records, we in love with each other (yeah, yeah)
she my main john, i can feel the breast on the beat (feel the breast on the beat)
when it come to this rap sh-t, youngin’ like me, i rather death than defeat
they stressin’ the [?], i’m tryna be the best with mystique (yeah)
and i’m no missy elliot, so i ain’t checkin’ for tweets
checkin’ for posts (uh), they be deaf doin’ the most
ma always say, i’ma be a star one day (star one day)
so i black out, oh, they playin’ game, got a- uh
get the whack out (uh), hunnid different ways i could act out (i could act out)
with the seven breaths, my decision set (hah)
they be vet, i’ma promise now, but i been a threat (yeah)
most punchlines, i ain’t in the book of guinness yet?
guinness not (uh), you know you don’t get the credit ’til it’s hot (yeah)
as i work, handle b-i like a tie over my shirt (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t movin’ like these new boys, that’s how you get jerked (yeah, swish-swish)
do the least, f-ckin’ wit’ my peace, that’s how you get hurt (swish-swish)
t’s crosses like the legs of a woman in a skirt (yeah, uh)
eye’s dotted, yeah this guy’s got it
spot it, red-dot it (yeah)
i’m precise now, can’t n-body be a light now
like wow, like (swish), like, s-t-r-o (yeah)
i’m too real, got the sh-t in my jeans, khakis, cargos
hol’ up (hol’ up), i’m tryna take ’em places like a manager (yeah, yeah)
n-gg-s thinkin’ they g, nah they more pamila
amateur (uh), granted the circ-mstance in they life
wasn’t as trife, so they be playin’ (uh) when they on the mic (they playin’ games)
for me, that sh-t is crazy
i’m tryna get the mansion, baby (tryna get that mansion)
and sure by the flow, call it the progressive lady (yeah)
tap into the sk!ll through the stillness
r-t-rded beats play in my head, i got a instrumental illness (hah, hah, uh)
i could give a lot, i could give a lil’ (mm)
think i give a lot ’cause we got enough mills (swish-swish, uh)
mind like a 9, when i bust riddles (when i bust)
everybody duck (rrra), or everybody f-cked

[outro: schoolboy q]
time’s up
got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find ’em
we gon’ slide ’em, we lined ’em, straight reclined ’em
pistol grip, i got all kinds of, i’m not your driver
shot gon’ hit him, he won’t answer, i’m blowin’ ganja

- stro

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