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jesus b. - target lyrics

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i dip and envelope deep inside her own essence
she strip and develop like a light, like fluorescence
i skip all the temperance, i don’t fight it, im contempt
i got that appetence, i invite her to my presence
i’m omnicompetent, got the vibes, we electric

when we getting down, tied to our spectrums
homie she sound like died, went to heaven
these guys try to hide, that they ain’t that collective

i drive up, i buy, i don’t rent it
high as a jet, i don’t wanna descend yet
if they go trying, i leave em as skeptics
b-tch when you dying, your family hectic
i’m not inviting you, youre not eclectic
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

homie my cash, you can’t count it with metrics
i hide it and stash, if you peep, your dyslexic

homie these b-tches be apologetic, when i come with wrist that is lit by constantin
bro, with these hoes, it’s like i be magnetic
they better be fleek or they getting rejected
homie i speak out my heart and my chest
you shriek, when i cart it, i get my new checks

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, than they get disregarded
i be real, these fakers discarded, my lyrics get better, on beach, like safari
homie, bills, they pay for your warding, i hear it, they talking, they weak and they barking
target

yeah, shop at target, that’s what i mean
when i come through the carpet, b-tch it better be clean
i’m numb, in my heart, and this jargon it eases
i play dumb, it’s my parget, i garnish and eat
homie sums, and my market, they gargle and cream
they get sums, no bargain, like a garden, get green
homie, she darling, i’m on it with breeze
i stay fly like a starling, that is flaunting his wings
homie, i’m sparring anyone who contests
i leave em burnt and charring in a camp fireplace

i’m just starting, and your b-tches are fans
she pull up, than we’re parting, and she holding my hands

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, than they get disregarded
i be real, these fakers discarded, my lyrics get better, on beach, like safari
homie, bills, they pay for your warding, i hear it, they talking, they weak and they barking
target
target (shop at target)



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