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letra de junkie (prod. youngtaylor) - supjackie

[intro]
yeah, what?
stacks, what?
yeah, huh

[chorus]
off-white nikes on my feet, box logo on the shirt (shirt)
when i’m on the street, i’m always on alert (yeah)
chrome hearts on my b-tch, i know she deserves it (she does)
i’m getting so d-mn rich, none of this sh-t is luck (yeah, on god)
me and my brothers are smoking gas, we’ve been feeling stuck (stuck)
hoes keep shaking ass for a couple bucks (yeah, huh)
150 on the dash, boy i’m finna swerve (skrt)
this is a jdm, not a weak lambo truck (yeah, on god)
[verse 1]
i’m only eighteen but i’ve been through a lot of sh-t (on god)
i’m only eighteen and i’ve already seen a lot of sh-t (for real)
sometimes i do smoke to forget that sh-t (yeah, huh)
cap, i don’t smoke, f-ck that sh-t (on god)
pills, percs, and some codein, just for the h-ll of it
homie said i was a dope fiend, you can not tell me that
shorty tried to give me some lean, she knows i f-ck with that
the glock ain’t got no motherf-cking beam, i can not shoot with that

[pre-chorus 1]
nah, i can not shoot with that
the glock ain’t got no motherf-cking beam, i can not shoot with that
i can not shoot with that
motherf-cking beam, i can not shoot with that

[chorus]
off-white nikes on my feet, box logo on the shirt (shirt)
when i’m on the street, i’m always on alert (yeah)
chrome hearts on my b-tch, i know she deserves it (she does)
i’m getting so d-mn rich, none of this sh-t is luck (yeah, on god)
me and my brothers are smoking gas, we’ve been feeling stuck (stuck)
hoes keep shaking ass for a couple bucks (yeah, huh)
150 on the dash, boy i’m finna swerve (skrt, skrt)
this is a jdm, not a weak lambo truck (yeah, on god)
[verse 2]
be careful, you know my draco finna spray (bow, bow)
30 rounds on you, today is not your day (ok, let’s go)
boy, you’re out of luck, this is the tecca way (way)
i ain’t got no f-cking mercy, i’m bout to take your soul away
stomp him, stomp him, stomp him, stomp him, he ain’t finna get away
p-ssy, you can not hide forever, you know i’ll find away
to get you, yeah, boy you going to die today
i swear to god if i find you, i’m bout to hit you with this k

[pre-chorus 2]
sh-t, hit you with this k
i swear to god if i find you, i’m bout to hit you with this k
yeah, huh huh, i swear to god if i find you, i’m bout to hit you with this k

- supjackie

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