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jesus b. - tats lyrics

homie, stop acting b-tch, don’t sit, when they coming for your sh-t, better stop and let it rip, homie, you be just a blip, i’m a one shot hit, homie tryna rep my cit, when i come better skip, go numb, bose drip
and my gums gonna sip, homie, why you just a trip?
i sung like the fat lady tryna lose some lbs, b-tch talking all this sh-t, till i go and bust his lips
on my grown man, like a homie had a kid, go dumb with the track hits, rapping all the bliss
when its time, code black out, like i took ten hits, homie all you do is crack out like pervatin
when i come, got her -ss out, like she did the splits
b-tches tryna talk, but they’ve never been legit
homie when i get my grip, point and aim for eyelids, homie, pain for my meds, gonna drain all the feds?

b-tch talking all this b-tch, i don’t give a sh-t b-tch, i don’t give a sh-t (x4)

and i rep my homies if they down and they for me, you know me, i’m bout my monies, homie doubt this, you can blow me
homie, why you tryna hold me? my soul is what consoles me
i be home, now where my coney? stick it in, now where i fold g’s
homie i’m gold, please, ya’l told, buried low beneath, now all i’ve been the streets, holla if you see me, homie, you just flee, when i’m coming up, i beat, homie bring her to her knees, and i bring you to defeat b-tch

b-tch talking all this b-tch, i don’t give a sh-t b-tch, i don’t give a sh-t (x4)

- jesus b lyrics

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