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lirik lagu international drip – jesus honcho

[intro]
on a scale of one to ten
eleven

[chorus: jesus honcho]
i got the racks in my ‘rari (my ‘rari)
i hit yo’ bih’ in my tesla (tesla)
i’m never cappin’, you extra
that’s on my mama, you n-ggas be extra
i got the racks in my ‘rari (my ‘rari)
i hit yo’ bih’ in my tesla (tesla)
i’m never cappin’, you extra
that’s on my mama, you n-ggas be extra

[verse 1: jesus honcho]
i have the racks in my ‘rari (my ‘rari)
all of you n-ggas feel sorry (yuh)
now i’m up and i be ballin’ (ballin’)
swish, scorin’ like i’m jordan (swish)
like it’s [?], i be scorin’ (swish)
gettin’ money ’til the morning (swish)
in the studio ’til morning
n-gga, we up in america (‘merica)
i just f-cked her and angelica (‘gelica)
pour up then sleep with my medicine (medicine)
and i work hard like a veteran (yuh)
i [?] like a letterman (yuh)
we bulletproof, you the evidence
he talkin’ crazy, didn’t let him in (yuh)
all of my n-ggas gon’ cut his hand (yuh)
we do not play ’cause we always stand

[verse 2: yung tory]
i’m a professional flexer, uh
f-ck on that b-tch and her best friend, uh
she keep on callin’ my phone
you trippin’, lil’ b-tch, can you send me a message? uh
she doing tricks, yo’ b-tch flexible
can’t trust the ho, [?] my lesson, uh
i’m smokin’ the celery, it got me high
mama told me, “heat my vegetable”
she said she know me, flew in on me, you won’t get yo’ b-tch back
louis on me, gucci on me, i might do the mix-match
wit’ a thick sl-t, she gon’ head-b-tt my six-pack
yeah, this lil’ b-tch ride the d-ck like it’s six flags
might take a trip, got a b-tch in orlando
say she wanna ball, [?] stick on me, commando
she let me hit it from the back, hit it from all angles
yeah, my b-tch bad as f-ck, she rock gucci sandals

- jesus honcho

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