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jet 2 - k camp lottery freestyle lyrics

[intro]
jet 2 (yeah, no)
(woah, wow)
(wow, now)
whussaap!
(yikes)

[verse]
paco rabanne on the neck get ’em high
got them hoes sniffin’, they got runny nose
smith with the pinocchio lying in the cabinet
tell the truth, my n+ggas keep that iron with the elements
if he walk around here lookin’ iffy we gon’ po’ ’em
like rudyard kipling with some sh+t from off the shoulders
i’m like juilliard, simply i keep more notes than a solfége
led my b+tch straight to the ocean with mimosas
sat her down and told her
look in the ocean, b+tch what you see (waves)
how long you think it take to drain that sh+t (days)
like trying to give an ant antennae braids
if you ain’t cuttin’, then i put you on the blade, aye
b+tches line up ’til they make up fade
me and spiyda tried to find a way to make a way
i’m inside her like a joke, she move like she don’t get it
we already lined it up, she need that make+up fade
fade, fade, fade, fade, fade, fade (woah, yeah)
it won’t make a difference if she take away
bad b+tches add me on a day to day
they say there ain’t no room for us, we finna make some sp+ce
tell national guard this’ on a daily base
she love it that i’m rough and got a baby face
i’m david ruffin, i’m temptation back in ’68
she like it rough and she like choking, i asphyxiate
and f+ck the police, we finna fix they brakes, aye
suck it, no t++th mrs. officer
it’s gon’ be all four seasons ‘fore i fall for ya
i’ma spring into that sh+t before the autumn’s up
hit ’em with the toast and tell ’em bottom’s up
hit ’em with the toast and tell ’em time is up
or tell ’em line it up, i got my mind made up
i just know it’s over, i don’t know the time
wake up in the morning like i’m over crying
stay up through the night and let my armor shine
bad b+tch got her masters in the art of lying
she can’t wait ’til december, she with all the lions
and i give her nala, but the rock of pride ooh
if you see it drippin’, know it’s alkaline too
her ph balance like a “f” on god
i’m finna beat with the headphones on
then get head while the phone is off
[outro]
jet 2 whussaap!

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