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letra de jackpot - twin & bwah

[intro]
uh, let ’em know, it ain’t no (biggie)
yeah, uh, it ain’t no (biggie)
uh, i hear them n-ggas talkin’, like i can’t spit, it ain’t no (biggie)
uh, it ain’t nothing dawg, uh, ha’d go?

[verse 1: bwah]
n-ssau, i’m from a city little boys got triggers
probably got guns in they toy box n-gga
we still turnin’ heads like a coin toss n-gga
it costs to be the boss, and my life so pricey
ain’t never been a p-ssy, them dikes don’t like me
they know the flow hot got the mic so spicy
lookin’ from a bird’s view, how them snipes gone snipe me?
ain’t got the time to kick it with these taekwon-hoes
they can’t picture what my nikon shows, i got a different lens
i liked girls that i’d probably never kiss again
sh-t, my mama tell me stay out a trouble
but my n-ggas gone pop like they made out of bubbles
i came out a struggle, gave em lil something to hear
cause if it wasn’t in a song ain’t n0body would care
i’m sorry i’m here, i give n-ggas a hard time spitting
like a desert, hotter than shooting stars, i’m wishing
they don’t switch on me, n-ggas fake, n-ggas chickcharneys
wanna fight me, ain’t my fault that your chick want me
no telling what i’d do with her if my d-ck h-rny
you gonna lose to this black n-gga, you mitt romneys
while y’all was gettin jiggy in hard rock
i was spittin crack, i was dishing out hard rocks
i’m bout 5’10” n-ggas wishing i fall short
i just make the hits n-gga straight out the ball park
swing! badabing! i bling like i’m a king
could still pull hoes with raps, ain’t gotta sing
and me and twin still got a buzz, that gotta sting
i could care less if they record me or not
we dropped the mixtape, can’t stop the team
had the timeline moving like a slot machine, jackpot n-gga!

[hook]
jackpot n-gga!
jackpot n-gga!
jackpot n-gga!
jackpot n-gga!

[verse 2: twin]
kick in the door wave in my ar-16
my 16’s ‘ll have your body on the floor, i’m back n-gga
dressed in all black n-gga, spitting that crack n-gga
all i spit is facts n-gga that’s facts n-gga
i’ll leave you jumping like jacks n-gga,
you try to harm me my squaddy in the back n-gga
if shawty is a 10 then she don’t gotta ask n-gga
she could hit me up on whatsapp n-gga i’ll get on my mac n-gga
but i ain’t no dummy, pipe about the only thing she get from me
if she get my heart consider her lucky
n-ggas hear my love songs and they judge me
guess they thinking i’m p-ssy, i wish a n-gga would try to touch me
or try to rush me, they don’t know that hylan my duddy
he’ll come through and smoke you like a dutchie
trust me, from the land of the snakes black crabs with the hate,
pay attention i’m from where they put them macs in your face like make up,
and have your body shaking like b-ss
breaking all your bones have ’em moving out of place
where i’m from walking by yourself ain’t safe
where i’m from n-ggas got guns by the case
where i’m from n-ggas still missing court dates
where i’m from n-ggas on the block moving weight
they like “twin dog, i wanna be like you”
dog be like who? dog you can’t do what i do, jackpot n-gga!

- twin bwah

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