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lirik lagu witted - jimbo

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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


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