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letra de jolly pack - the big homie

[intro]
let me talk (k’den ju)
hmm, yop

[verse]
you’ll think a n-gga your dog, he’ll turn his back on you
f-ck around and up a strap on you
you gotta watch n-ggas from every angle
granny told me i was all she got, n-gga, i had to thank her
n-gga, what you think i’m smokin’? jolly pack, this sh-t is dangerous
i done chased a n-gga down, hop out the whip, then grab him by his ankles
you ain’t never seen me coppin’ pleas, f-ck i look like, lil key?
i’ll make ’em sh-t like lil reese, i know they tired of rest in peace
when you hear that “yop,” know it’s me, n-ggas tryna ride the wave
cha cha, push his stupid ass out the way, don’t bump into me
you got k!llers with you? i do too, let’s have a standoff
thе n-gga sick that i knocked his mans off, but ain’t no proof
if milly shoot, then diddy shoot, n-gga, i’m shootin’ too
b-tch, you know them cеrtified tweakers in the room
if she can’t hit this opp pack, then she an opp b-tch
where the fishing rod at? i’m tryna catch another fish
man, where that n-gga ride at? i’m tryna flip that n-gga whip
lik was talkin’ crazy, had him crawlin’, he a f-ckin’ b-tch
y’all cliquin’ up with raekwon, he got stomped out his kicks
izzo, you a b-tch, huh, brodie socked you out your sh-t
n-ggas shootin’ up every trackhawk, n-ggas don’t even know my whip
n-ggas don’t even know my b-tch, she the type to set the play on you
i’m talkin’ broad day on him, my face out, we still goin’
we in the coupe, me and milly out the same window
caught them n-ggas lackin’, ain’t no cappin’, had to stand on business
i was in the club by myself, they hidin’ behind strippers
i don’t talk about that last l!ck ’cause it was only fifty
n-gga had a pint, ain’t get a penny and we still sipped it
i robbed a n-gga for his kit, that sh-t was fake, i really wanna k!ll him
i heard that your favorite rapper g-y and he ain’t from the city
it ain’t a time a n-gga slid this way and he ain’t had to see me
b-tch, it’s backdoor gang for any n-gga go against the grain
if i feel like he a threat, then i won’t sleep, i’m on his ass for days
she gon’ give me neck ’cause she a freak, i made her f-ck the k
f-ckin’ n-ggas’ baby mama, shout out to that snitch tay
i shot thirty-five out the drac’, he had god that day
n-ggas tryna ride the wave, yop, i think we found a way
boys coppin’ petty-ass chains, what a f-ckin’ waste
heard it’s some change on your brain, i think i’ma take it
n-gga, soon as i land, tryna find an opp or somethin’
you think y’all know that block or somethin’
see us comin’, they ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
n-ggas always tellin’ on the n-ggas who be steppin’
i’m a certified tweaker, i’m too aggressive, you can’t scare me

- the big homie

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