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letra de jimbo - witted

i’m on the block tryn’ hit ’em and go
he talk hot, get hit in his nose
i’m with jimbo, yeah, we smoke dope
(n-gga) yeah we tote a couple poles
b-b-backdoor, n-gga runnin’ out the door
(n-gga) and i’m countin’ h-lla chos
bad b-tch wan’ give me f-ckin’ throat

d-mn, she just want money, i know
copped the north face ‘cuz my heart f-ckin’ cold
(n-gga) all these n-ggas gettin’ old
m-muha meds resonate with my soul (whaa? whaa)
and i got rick, givenchy on my toe
goin’ thru sh-t, bet you ain’t even know
she want me to heat that ass up ‘cuz it’s cold out
i said, “shawty, slide through,” you already know

called-called up my brudda ‘cuz hе got the drank (what)
b-tch, i’m on top, what the f-ck do you think? (whaa)
my b-tch like camron, shе rock the pink mink
b-beam track him down like he cl!cked a bad link (brrt, brrt)
i got ’em all on they toes, ballet
i said-i said, “baby, just come park it,” valet (whaa)
countin’ guap, he f-cked up ’bout a parlay
i woke up today, b-tch hip-hip hooray
got ice like a ice-tray, uh (trulywitted)
obviously this a nice day, just dropped bread on some boots from lil kanye, uh (skrrrt)
bad-bad b-tch f-ck with the feng shui, she bound to eat me up just like da buffet
did the show and i rocked it out upstate
bro popped da blue, gave a f-ck if it was fake, uh
hangin’ out the chevrolet, almost tipped out this b-tch, how much the gun weigh? (gun weigh, pfft)

don’t give a f-ck what a yung n-gga ‘gon say
d-ck in her throat, the sh-t pull out her tonsils (b-tch)
n-gga talk hot, bullets’ll bonk you b-tch (b-tch)
i’m smoove as f-ck, like some fondue
mm, meant to say, “smoove like some fondant,” like the sh-t you put on cakes, ‘cuz i count it, uh (pfft, pfft)
ra-racks taller than a mountain, b-tch, i’m the ghost, young n-gga i founded it (witted)

h-h-h-he’s a dumbass, thought i was finna hop on that trash ass beat?
steppin’ on sh-t like some cleats
wan’ get dropped off? it’s yo’ lucky day, b-tch, no van-cleef
these b-tches in modern-day leech
call the ‘lil b-tch my la flame ‘cuz that ho’ on my leash
in the a, b-tch the state of the peach
we-we in the whip, did a hunnid, just jimbo and me

- witted

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