chuuwee – jfk lyrics
[intro:]
shout out to dj booth!
if he don’t f-ck with you, then you ain’t the truth
you n-gg-s is comedy, and you’re rap’s proof, yo!
when n-gg-s talk hardy … online net surfing
i’ll be vibing out, they’re hiding behind net curtains
you said he fingered p-ssy, then you had to text warden
this n-gg- obviously has to be a second person.
i was there when you was posted on the same black curtain
the same hoes we use the same game on flirting
and i am always real till my ending is for certain
and i’mma jack before our traits like i’m all type purpose.
kill a whole room full of n-gg-s, leave their -ss hurting
blood on the walls on the multiple purpose room.
dead bodies in the hallway
my mind raps behind these rap with s-d-stic types all day.
the sickest n-gg- ever spit it on a car,
twelve feet above the law … on the car’s way.
i wouldn’t have no faith in what your broad say
she would probably through you to the sharks to hit the long way.
this n-gg- act like he old, so we’re beyond say
graceful jewelry remove it like low…
this straight amsterdam shots, no bombay
d-mn who they see in the mirror that sh-t can’t cave!
flex on any n-gg- talking out of context
catch a right jet, see them flying out in convex.
n-gg-s all stressed, cause they brought s-x
every n-gg- sh-tting, every twitter been involved with.
these apes men when is h-tting jumping off bench
small fry, better recognize our wrecked life.
plus, i got a large appet-te
you ain’t wearing my belly, where’s the snack?
i ain’t even have to exercise.
i burn blunts while you b-tches burn calories
you be more b-tch than the chick named malory
i’ll be in the kitchen water whipping for a salary
ok, i never did it, but i’m itching for that kind of cheese.
i sold pound sh-t, everybody do that
i wans’t trying to flex, i connect to a few that
.. from the scratch for the pack, so i use that
to make myself the stack and a half, played the new jack
and act like i ain’t know sh-t, till i got a few back
and spend it all solely on the hoe, i got a new pack
yellow b-tch, big -ss bootie, i’mma do that
dj booth posts, they got me all through that! i do that!
ask any n-gg- where you at
someone making moves, some n-gg-s don’t do that!
dj booth freestyle, holler!
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