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lirik lagu rum nitty vs. jerry wess – urltv

[round 1; rum nitty]
atl what’s happenin’? i’m back like i never left
we got rum motherf*ckin’ nitty…vers’ the app king, aka jerry wess
you ready cuz?
it’s time to level up
up here hype like you finally done made it
n*gga, smack set you up
desert dump, i done stretched [?] k!lled h*lla chumps
so this gon’ be a story about how the west (wess) was won
test ya luck
and i’ll rob you, and whoever you runnin’ with
like, “give up the sh*t
do it before you die!” it’s a bucket list
untuck this b*tch
when i wave her (waiver), check out the release for him
he like, “i ain’t sign up for this!”
i am not y’all clowns
glock shot, ya top shot, chop shops found
scope on it, he tryin’ to haul off now
if this b*tch dash, i can this b*tch wess (west) through the machine
i’ll make you ‘all fall down’
did it dawn on you? that maybe you wasn’t ready yet?
that’s why smack ain’t put you ’round k!llers
doin’t all this credit card fraud, you should’ve took that into account n*gga
down b*tch
don’t fold up, it’s a pole tuck
it don’t take much for the k to come out on you, no bluff
smoke cuz
put a hole in his center he’ll fold up
soon as they told me i had wess (west), atlanta, you knew i was on one
every. f*ckin’. bar
aye, we don’t play games
you was d*mn near cryin’ to smack to get a bigger plate, lame
sobbin’
and we can tell by them (bottom) tears (tiers) you wasn’t ready for the main stage
it’s over fam’
who in here got jerry winnin’ by a show of hands
a couple n*ggas
a few people online promotin’ this p*ssy, that’s his only fans (onlyfans)
unload the can’, he ‘fo sho’ will get the business, no evidence
i brought them bodies in the ocean when i k!lled them
he go in atlantic
he go in the artic floatin’ with the fishes
so you should know when it’s time for the wess (west), he goes in the pacific
i’ll quick k!ll him
it’s not gon’ be long
smack had to put me up on this caffeine (caffine) sh*t, i’m hard to sleep on
we three strong
show you what the set ’bout
.9 buck, then we line up sheets for you; a thread count
i should leave you red, right?
nah, i blew (blue) the whole f out
reload
when the clip get low go switch it, and take jerry wess out
i dawg (dog) sh*t critically
you don’t at all put fear in me
this ain’t talk, this physically
and i keep the same energy the whole time…flawless victory
little heat
nah, knife work, got you easy
split you straight to the white meat underneath it, cut you deeply
they stitchin’ up ya flesh and puttin’ staples on the wess (west) like rum and geechi
f*ck he talkin’ to?
i can spit three bars for you and wipe you out like a dry erase board, i’m remarkable
it’s gon’ get dark for you, let me show you these steps
this is not a race, this a marathon, keep control of yo’ breath
i mean, don’t get up here thinkin’ this sh*t nascar, cause it can only go left
you know we gon’ rep, ’til i’m done wit’ it
treat the game like a rip in a pair of stockings; runnin’ (run in) it
big ass blade what ya son’ll get
first i’ma split the proceeds (pro seeds), then i’ma cut you in
you be usin’ a lotta assistance in yo’ rounds, i even threw you a lil’ help
now it’s time for you to prove to us you can get that same reaction when you do the sh*t yoself
now do this sh*t yoself

[round 1: jerry wess]
i said yo
2020 is my year, last time i was too humble
this time they f*cked around, they gave the kid rum like that cool uncle
n*ggas tried to give me advice, but the place i’m in, far more darker
f*ck the rules, i made my own plan nit’ (planet), i’m star*lord father
you comin’ with all punches? well that’s a bad choice then
i know there’s nothin’ new ’bout this b*tch, i’m a bad boyfriend
approach me with the hands, your skull will hit the pavement
you should dare be afraid, harvey dent
i’ll flip a quarter, he land on his head either way
john told me, “only n*ggas with the app’ll (apple) watch”
that ain’t fair god
no matter the stage i’ma air y’all
just cause y’all smack gunners, don’t think i won’t spare, y’all n*ggas will die
one at a time; air pods
ak over the shoulder, i’m so mean
chopper on the strap, like a dope fiend
you’ll get shot, not punched, i’m in the zone b*tch
why let the chrome spit? roc in his face; nome 6
suicide? nah, i’ll do the job, let the heaters spark
six feet? he gonna be in a suit underneath; peter parker
ya b*tch’ll give me head, with no clothes
i usually dawg groupies, she came over swallowing [?] she loves smoothies
you rep’ the 4th? i’ll keep it tucked for a quarter
canadian coin, you gon’ see this buck on a quarter
he talk gang sh*t ’til i shoot
y’all think son dissin’?
leg shot, this crip shin (description) f*cked up, like a drunk witness
gun line king, one call, my n*gga sendin’ that bender
they say, “rum type vicious” that’s cause he’s an internet gangster
i’ll let you win the 2nd round just to be funny, you should back out now
give him a round between two l’s so we can laugh out lo*
even if he wit’ his kids i’m on site airin’
k!ll his 9 year old, he won’t even get to be 10 (beatin’) like white parents
send the location, where ever he be, on god he dead
nah, shoot him, let geechi catch him, he gon’ be on god he (gotti) dead
i catch rum, swimmin’ in the hotel, i move smooth with the bl!cker
headshot, kendrick lamar, now it’s a pool full of liquor
12 with a mil’, which one should i use? i can’t decide
then i figure two parent home, it’s easier to raise the .9

- urltv

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