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letra de jujutsu! - xelishurt, sadfriendd & prompto

[verse 1: sadfriendd]
ayy, ayy, wait, wait, wait
like d-mn, bad b-tch trying throwing out a lad
in the mouth in the field, mothaf-cka where you at
give a beat and crack mothaf-cka with the strap
out of bounds b-tch, trying to turn the n-gga off the mat
came in this b-tch, then tryna getting f-cked up
bad b-tch on me and i’m tryna get sucked up
don’t give a f-ck, i push, don’t right f-ck up
rate, b-tch glock if its up, then its stock up
[chorus: sadfriendd]
came in this b-tch then i’m lookin for death
i got a bad b-tch shawty, then she giving me neck
i’m stomping on his face ’til nothing was left
i got a b-tch in the crib and then she cleaning the mess

[verse 2: xelishurt & sadfriendd]
yeah, talk to yo glock with that- (gunshot)
yeah, bet a b-tch bad like a n-gga man
came in with yo b-tch and she all up in my bed like
what’s coming g, z, c, see it in the block like d-mn
came in this b-tch then i’m looking for a bounty
and i pushing on with the stick like a motherf-cking mounty
f-cking on yo b-tch, make a mess like downy
and i get back to my crib and she begging for to pound me
[?]

[chorus: sadfriendd]
came in this b-tch then i’m lookin for death
i got a bad b-tch shawty, then she giving me neck
i’m stomping on his face ’til nothing was left
i got a b-tch in the crib and then she cleaning the mess

[verse 3: xelishurt & sadfriendd]
stacking these bands ’til they all turn blue
yeah, then hit ’em with a stick it’s a–
then shawty went to a shop for some brand new shoes
and i’m grabbing that bag, got you and then got ya
yeah, hit ’em with the fists like its jujutsu
yeah, n-gga feeling blessed like i say “i’m on ya”
playing with the words like a bad haiku
yeah, gimme that crown like a n-gga can’t do
yeah, if it’s then me then a n-gga on my shoe
yeah, walk around town with a pass on–
i’ma like cash on me, racks on me
yeah, avoid the base man with (wait, wait) the stacks on me
[bridge: sadfriendd]
one, two, one, two
i don’t want you, right, hit em with the smoke
i’m let em like a blunt, feel thoughts on the 16
gotta nowhere to run so–

[verse 4: prompto]
f-ck, in that b-tch’s throat
god d-mn my lover with grips then chokes
yeah, got, diamonds on my wrist then we glisten cold
say “drip down”, yeah, from the head to toe
when i sold my soul, put gold in goals
i would with f-ck with the holy ghost
the flashing bows who comatose
who sleep on me, i close the door
through, feelin’ intermittent, i’ma k!ll it till i win it
and yo b-tch bout to feeling:“yeah we get it in a minute”
then did the check on fighting me and touching spinach
and i hit em all, dawning on the props
on the coil, now go f-ck, b-tch
face it, goin through you 7 times, leaving ya faceless
no punch line, cause i’ve shun through the races
sign on me b-tch, better need to praise it
it’s how funny how f-cked up conversation
this baddie would have sung like:“d-mn”
no she a test, i’d smoke em like gas
all the way, wait, we can’t hold no hands
she could do better than this, moan like s-x

- xelishurt sadfriendd prompto

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