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letra de j - tion wayne

[verse 1: church st]
smelling like vanilla, paul malls and liquor
ziploc full of skittles got my call log official
i’m flying down 20… call all officials
95 to candler, then i slow it down on panthersville
dodging all the cameras
you ain’t dealing with no amateur
i don’t want no beef, i just want the money sandwiches
bad b-tch, never rock clothes off the mannequin
some italian man got together with his spanish friend, for my shit
i will have you leaking out the eyelids
i’m proud to be american, but always on an island
specifically in the pacific sea with my pirates
and yeah we thick as thieves, you should try us
feeling like goliath
sometimes it’s just me, no alliance
so when i get the check, it’s no dividing
shalani gets high, get c-cky, start writing
i’m talking lightning
it’s only good because i’m not trying
pull up in that all white and, walk in and leave em cross-eyed
then i walk over to the dark side
park my car directly on the shore and use the foglights
backstroking, humming, nigga i done had a long life
ex call my phone, i reply “this is the wrong time”
my shit is on fire

[verse 2: church st]
smelling like palm trees and foreign weed
found four gs in my laundry, that’s on jesus
little ole’ me with my ogs, we rolling deep
i got a lot of “drunk and disorderly”s but it’s from the lean
(oooooooh)
and i got sativa, got my visa, for the re up
i got a pretty mamacita rolling reefer
i got myself on all the speakers, fuck your feature
it’s already w-w-w-waaaay too many people (yep)
inside my crew, you know it ain’t too many people
if we ain’t breaking bread, then i ain’t hanging with you either
i mix the minute maid with all my liters
i’m the queen of, bringing hoes around and not letting you meet ’em
like……….
i lost the beat…. (mmm) i’m coming back though
look, i get down but i get high though
i can count the money with my eyes closed, hands tied
keep a couple niggas on standby, and never in town so i always got tan lines
giiiiiirl if you winning, you ain’t winning by a landslide
english dude whipping, so i’m sitting on the left side
two bad b-tches got me feeling like i’m left-eye
smoking that eastside pack on the west siiiiiide

- tion wayne

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