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letra de jitter - triple one

[verse 1: obi ill terrors]
backstabbers are fadin’ my main strategy
came with the mortality, left with the whole cavalry
brain shackle me, twistin’ the law of gravity
state of a poor salary, drainin’ the soul battery
i’m sick of losing, it’s time that i’ve been provin’
that i was a poor student, not lyin’ in bed stupid (hey)
i do it, with gun to the head fluent
heal like i’m rasputin, give chills to the core unit
i breathe fire inside then respire the pine
like these hands of mine are gon’ do it
a sweet dane combined with sea change
and i will behave like i’m in steel chains, i
still break your head or, d-mn, snap your neck
if i’ma rise the dead then i’ma check your step
in the night like theft, i drop bombs on [?]
and bag b-tches like my life was a catered event

[verse 2: marty bukakke large]
marty fresh up out the oven with that face you never seen before
flip that motherf-cker with a birdie if he cynical
they run up on me, end up handing over all their pockets too
ever since you left i’m taking off just like a rocket do
stash pot, been in my back pock’ for years now
hit me on my celly ’cause i stack it with my peers now
came up out the sewer to sip kahlúa and do her
keep all of my chickas buried deep just like manure
the snakes i grip, i shine like p-ss and make her flip
do it up and break it down and give my d-ck a kiss
we first to pop, i call the shot, and run the spot
put that mouth up on my strudel, kiss my doodle
showin’ off and i don’t even push it that far
marty large, party hard, like it’s the mardi gras
hit the charge and i’m not afraid of battle scars
cue the sick sh-t, put on my hit list, no diss, b-tch

[verse 3: raj mahal]
come correct, uh, you ain’t getting close without respect
i’m a rider, dawg, i’m coming for the check, man, i’m coming for the cents
used to pick up on the first, flip the re-up on the tenth
if you know me, boy, don’t owe me, i remember what you spent
get the pack, get the pack, tear the club up ’cause we on it now
how you running sh-t and we ain’t notice when you running round?
grew up with some n-ggas who made profits when they hold a pound
talkin’ cling wrap gram scales, for the swapping out
dash off in the whip with no license, like i bought it, n-gga
say i smell like kushy, that’s because i f-cking bought it, n-gga
got that slaughter in ’em, guaranteeing they don’t want it with ’em
ain’t no talking n-gga, when i’m speaking they dissolve and listen
off the cliff, put me in that casket, b-tch
i don’t need your service, f-ck, i’m worthless, let me rest in peace
p-ssing off my organs, i ain’t stopping till they call it quits
tried to end this sh-t when i was 15, got me wonderin’

[chorus: raj mahal]
tried to end this sh-t when i was 15, got me wonderin’
bottle after bottle, got me f-cked up and i’m stumblin’
heard they talking sh-t, pull up on ‘im, got ‘im stutterin’
i ain’t been too happy, ’bout to black out for the f-ck of it

- triple one

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