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lirik lagu jack jetson - winter forever

[verse 1]
live until i die
different to your vibe, i get my ritalin prescribed
i ain’t popping addy’s
drop the addy, nylon stocking baddies
cop and carry pharmacies in pockets, stockings, socks and fannies
don’t give it big man, you’re a d~ck like every tom and harry
cover you in blood like it was prom with tommy ross and carrie
gone doolally since i first started feeling crazy
benzo white but i’m whipping in the beema baby
don’t know what it is man, i just spit some sh~t and people pay me
i make you give it up like angelina tracy
like that’s jet’s money, bounce like bad cheques buddy
oncе i got it, fly through the window like crash test dummiеs
these skets love me, trust me, i ain’t tryna find a wifey
i ain’t mr right but at the right time, i might be
for the night, but still my mind’s like a dime or dice
see, every time i’m not writing, another rhymer’s right behind me

[verse 2]
never familiar with the radio
far from fitting in like bodybuilders in a baby~grow
got the liquor, twist the silvers then i’m blazing crow
making dough while i’m painting pictures like david joe
sixteen, i was leaning like wavybone
you was chasing dragons like danerys was on game of thrones
sh~t man, i used to break in homes
fakes and clones live in glass houses fam, i’m aiming stones
(so what you saying homes?) they’re talking to me when i sleep
sixteen, six feet so my thoughts are cemetery deep
i moved the corpses in a chevy jeep
and every b~tch i’ve had is just a wh0re that i would never keep
when you stepping, best be cautious, we’re on every street
i’m 007 in the porsche with the ejector seat
it’s four~hundred degrees, better check the heat
all my lines is coming like a fly~kick, you can get defeat
you know the story making prof’s in a broken home
f~ck with me, my b~tch, i’ll break you off like a toblerone
set up trap inside my house like on home alone
listen b~tch, i tatted up my face before post malone
rock it like the rolling stones, run it on the cul~de~sac
now i got so much coke, it’s coming like a multipack
sh~t, you don’t want none of jack
heard you jacked my little mans, fam you better run it back
money stacks, moving like the thundercats
used to hustle in the underpass
first i’d crop it then i’d chop it like a lumberjack
real lyrics but i might just spit it like a mumble rap
keys in the duffle bag, i know they’re wanting some of that

- lirik lagu jack jetson

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