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jesus b. - target 2019 lyrics

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(verse 1)

i dip and envelope deep inside her own essence, she stripped and developed in the light, like florescence, she sound like she died and went to heaven, these guys try to hide that they’re not that collective

i drive up, i buy it, b-tch i don’t rent it, i’m high as a jet, i don’t want to descend yet, if they go trying, i leave them as skeptics, b-tch when you dying, your family’s hectic

i’m not inviting you, you don’t get the message, homie i’m tied to this game like genetics, blow me and die, if you come up you septic, hoes go and ride me like i was a benz

my cash, you can’t count it with metrics, i hide and i stash, if you peep, you’re dyslexic
these b-tches be apologetic when i cut with a wrist that is lit, vvs’s
yo, with these hoes, it’s like i be magnetic, they better be fleek or they getting rejected
i speak out my heart and my chest, you shriek when i cart it, i get my new checks

(chorus 1)

homie chill, her brain is r-t-rded, i played like atari, this game i restarted
snort these pills, this sh-t is imported, they played like guitars and they get disregarded, i be real, these fakers discarded, my lyrics get better on a beach like safari
bills, they pay for you warning, i hear it, they talking, they weak and they barking

target, b-tch, target (x4)

(verse 2)

yeah, shop at target, that’s what i mean 😉
when i come through the carpet, it better be clean, i’m numb in my heart and this jargon, it eases, i play dumb, its my parget, i garnish and eat it
sums in my market, they gargle and cream, they get sums, no bargain, like the garden get green, she a darling, and i’m on it with breeze, i stay fly like a starling that is flaunting its wings

homie, i’m sparring anyone who contests, i leave em burnt and charring in a campfire set, i’m just starting, and your b-tches are fans, she pull up, and were parting, and she’s holding my hands

(chorus 2)

homie chill, her brain is r-t-rded, i played like atari, this game i restarted
snort these pills, this sh-t is imported, they played like guitars and they get disregarded, i be real, these fakers discarded, my lyrics get better on a beach like safari
bills, they pay for you warning, i hear it, they talking, they weak and they barking

target, b-tch, target (x4)

shop at target, yeah

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