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drs vladimir - jelly (freestyle) lyrics

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(hook)
on an opp block and we shooting that jelly
these n+ggas be talking, i know they ain’t ready
44 rounds when it’s hitting your belly
tell your b+tch stop calling my celly
prisha rounds, better hold that steady
or, that boi gan wake up in a deli
fee fi fo, y’all n+ggas not ready
we smoking that loud pack, reggie

(verse)
babysitting n+ggas like my name was jessi, jessi
(ay)
my n+ggas they leave sh+t messy
getting that bread so you better not test me
(ay)
bratty thing, better come impress me
lay me down, she said god don sent me
god knows that my heart is empty
mandem diss, but they ain’t gan buck me
duck him down, make his b+tch come suck me
look
see me in person, we hitting that lala
all these b+tches, they wanna be darla
london city i love the drama
rap your head, lights out osama
big man things, you can call me obama
make these n+ggas feel pain, madara
she want louis, fendi pranda
told that b+tch, you ain’t getting nada
be me? y’all can never be me
sending shots, that sh+t in 3d
mask on
hoping they don’t see me
in the furnace, move like timmy, giving lessons me feeny
sending shots as big as rambo
my own life, i love to gamble
he was talking sh+t
got that yute knocked out his sandals
this some sh+t he couldn’t handle
(bridge)
in them streets, we lurking
bad b+tch on me, she twerking
3 0 4 5, we swerving
vvs it got me surfing ay x2

(hook)
on an opp block and we shooting that jelly
these n+ggas be talking, i know they ain’t ready
44 rounds when it’s hitting your belly
tell your b+tch stop calling my celly
prisha rounds, better hold that steady
or, that boi gan wake up in a deli
fee fi fo, y’all n+ggas not ready
we smoking that loud pack, reggie

( bridge)
look
i be very scary, n+ggas know that i ain’t ordinary
all my rap sh+t, legendary
i might rob you n+ggas if it’s necessary
k!lling every beat, military
have my engineers write obituary’s
he was tryna read the lyrics, ended up having to pull out the dictionary
like
(hook)
on an opp block and we shooting that jelly
these n+ggas be talking, i know they ain’t ready
44 rounds when it’s hitting your belly
tell your b+tch stop calling my celly
prisha rounds, better hold that steady
or, that boi gan wake up in a deli
fee fi fo, y’all n+ggas not ready
we smoking that loud pack, reggie

(verse)
babysitting n+ggas like my name was jessi, jessi
(ay)
my n+ggas they leave sh+t messy
getting that bread so you better not test me
(ay)
bratty thing, better come impress me
lay me down, she said god don sent me
god knows that my heart is empty
mandem diss, but they ain’t gan buck me
duck him down, make his b+tch come suck me



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