j. little don't chya know şarkı sözleri

No tats on my body, they're all in my head Hahahaha You knew I had to hit 'em with a part two Kill 'em J Lez get it! Don't chya know, it's a fact If I'm cornered, I attack Want a 'rarri, black on black If I can't, mac on mac F*ck wit me, can get wacked Rip your heart out, one by one If I can't, I'll be done Take your wife and your son Burnin' bodies, like the sun I spit rhymes just for fun Take two ladies, make a bun Fucked a hoe, and your mom One was married, oh my God Boy came home, grabbed a gun I was trippin', watch my lung That was Tulsa, Sooner love Livin' life, on the run If I die, tell no one Might be hard, up your nums Mine be ready, pistol, pump Kill 'em all, body dump What I want, involves none Worst of all, Army pun Put in work, fuckin' cunt Don't chya know, I be movin' Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin' Ooh, don't chya know, I be movin' Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin' What the f*ck! Don't make sense! Why the schools have a fence? Monkey play, self-defense Change ya ways or get clenched Covid causin' pestilence Cops are comin', grab your kin But be nice, hold the pin No explosion, savin' kids Pay the price, hypocrite Back with vengeance and I'm lit I'll be carvin', do the splits Throwin' stones and some sticks Are you tired, Are you sick? Ridin' brooms, what a witch Hit the dab, grab a pic Yea my daughter, ain't she wack Love you boo, I'll be back Daddy's workin', stackin' racks Win or lose, titans clash Other rappers, empty trash Avenger hulk, watch me smash Nose the blow, puff the hash Buy that bitch, lickin' ass Wipe it up, make it fast, yuh Don't chya know, I be movin' Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin' Ooh, don't chya know, I be movin' Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin' Movin' work, pushin' weight Oh my God, Jesus fake Level up, measure tape Outer space, savin' grace Psychopath, is my chase Dark and crazy, close the shades Grippin' bricks, paddy cake In the air, I get baked Slingin' blades, hesitate Cut the chin, take his face Boogey man, it's a race Want it all, elevate F*ck the judge, close the case Snap his neck, 'liminate People shoot, better skate Body parts, here's the crates Keepin' secrets? Ain't a crime Getting' yours, I'll get mine Chinese bitch and she fine Spread her legs, it's a dime Murder one, what's the fine History, concubines After rain, there's a sign Hate this paper, f*ck the lines Mixin' drinks, where's the lime Wrap it up, close the hatch Brand new truck, brand new batch Private room, I'ma smash Overdose, sniffin' glass F*ck the benz, want the cash Rollin' over, it's a crash Don't chya worry, I'll be back, yuh! You can't believe everything you hear Real recognize real You f*ck with me, you f*ck with us Don't chya know Hahahaha Vengeance
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