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lirik lagu 1539 n. calvert – jpegmafia


one… one
…f-ck postmates
i need all…

i need all my b-tches same color as drake
if they not
then they getting rocked
put that pyrex in the pot
i don’t give a f-ck
if you out there in the 6
suck a d-ck
p-ssy boy you getting hit with the (woo!)
and i’m really with the sh-ts
so you not gon’ take my hits
break my heart while i break your b-tch
two black cards let me cloak my wrist
f-ck a diss
boy, i’m draggin bodies like it’s metal gurr
i don’t care bout your f-ckin’ status
peggy got no fear

juggin’ i come with them bands aye
gun do not come with no plan aye
keep a kimber at the pad, aye
crackers never get a p-ss wait
credit like my name was chad aye
watch who you f-cking tag babe
okay, get your demo out my face
tryna give that d-ck to kelly conway
pull my case
boy i beat that sh-t like lennon beat his bae
young o’shea

i need a b-tch with long hair like myke c-town
you talking sh-t
i’m talking sh-t
you catch a beat down
i know you never in the hood or in the streets now
and still i’m hearing that you really want some beef now?
take your tree out my backwood
made the beat cuz i’m that good
got your girl on her hands
johnny 5 with the cans
f-ck a blog, f-ck a fan
hope my record get panned
least i made you n-gg-s dance
f-ck 12 n-gg-, stamp