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j. salvo - spaced out lyrics

[intro: janae rose]
uh, i just had to push the start, woah
grew up bad, bad like i’m f+cking bart, woah
grew up in the jungle, had to play it smart, woah
know that we on target like a f+cking dart

[interlude: j. salvo]
tory on the beat
hey, jake jones, hit that sh+t

[verse 1: janae rose]
uh, i just hit the dash like a mario kart
i grew up hard from the f+cking hard knocks
you ain’t know sh+t, youse a motherf+cking cop
if you acting strange, he a motherf+cking op
my homies crazy, they will get you on the spot
had a f+cking problem, yeah, we got him from the drop
when we f+cking slide, leave our phones home
they be tryna (????)
did a lot of sh+t, i don’t f+cking cook doe
i’m just chilling at my motherf+cking homе
know i’m bad to the bone, give a f+ck, gimmе mic
gimme the f+cking throne, yeah, i know, yeah, i know
uh, yeah, i’m just trying to run it up
we ain’t never give no f+cking f+ck, please don’t play with us
please don’t f+cking play with us, like what the f+ck you saying, huh?
i ain’t f+cking playing, blowing swisher smoke
yeah, i’m f+cking dope
i been popping pills trying to f+cking cope, ooh!
[verse 2: salvo]
i been popping pills trying to f+cking cope
i ain’t voting for obama, i ain’t have no hope
went from a line to a full+blown caine co. (woah)

[verse 3: yung latch]
uh, yeah, i’m sp+ced out, seeing blue and pink, yeah, eating at the steakhouse (hol’up, hol’up)
then we crushed up the lakehouse!
you can’t come to the treehouse!
yeah, we pop out with motherf+ckin’ cash hoe!
yeah, we pop out with motherf+ckin’ gats hoe!
yeah, we pop out with motherf+ckin’ cash hoe!
uh, mmm, i have some molly, i am her fiend
i have some molly, shawty with me
hustle in hills, baby come see
poppin’ some pills, i don’t do lean
what? what!
racks in my jeans, dirty pills in my jeans
cap cap cap
play with us we gon leave you red like my seeds
what?

[verse 4: salvo]
i get head but i still ain’t get no sleep
nut in her face, do you want the receipt?
and i got whips overseas
off the xanny, off the molly, yeah, i’m sp+ced out
yeah, i’m broke, yeah, i know my f+cking place now
all these hoes, stealing from me, i’m like, d+mn, how?
they feed me, fried rice, like i’m chairman mao

- j salvo lyrics

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