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jid - leandre thomas lyrics

[intro]
this is beautiful
what is that, velvet?

[verse 1]
pardon me, but this sh-t might come out a little r-t-rded
but i have to put my heart in it, give the orderlies orders
here’s an organ
according to the wall these n-ggas started, i have to go abortion
k!lling n-ggas and broads like, tam, tammy, and even little toya
put a baby crib in front of my fort tourist and f-cking floor it
might as well cause these b-tches is dumb as h-ll
having a baby with males and raising them by themselves
these n-ggas is all in jail, the streets are on some tweet sh-t
kicking up they feeds, kids got nothing to eat sh-t
these b-tches is on some street sh-t and i ain’t cheat b-tch
but if you think i’m tricking then ctrl, alt, delete b-tch
get up off the seat, snap, snap
cause you gotta show me something other than pretty face and features
and it would be cool to say i drop bars for features
but nah, i been kicking dope sh-t since a fetus
na i don’t need your rap bars on my remix
turn soulja boy tell ’em into soulja boy t–thless
ask about the kid, j.i.d, older boys preaching
teaching the opposite of squealing

[break]
east atlanta breath
and my breath is never stink
i just smoked a blunt, high as h-ll

[verse 2]
and if every you was to act foolish
one call, that’s all, n-gga, [?]
i ain’t saying i’m goonin, but i been through it
and them two, plus you, equals three stooges
you got the mind, n-gga use it
got two strikes, finna be your third time losing
you f-cking stupid, i’m cooling
blowing some earth, wind, and fire
i use my bic to ignite it
where i’m from n-ggas glorify the rims and the tires and then recycle the swag along with cans and bags
everybody goes green if not that, then beans or xans, codeine, lean
some doing the charle sheen
and the boys come and take them away like charline from aunt chamberlain
scrambling for benjamins and everything equivalent
sending m&ms and chilling with women friends who’s friend’s friend resemble them
hundred grand, all tens

[outro]
you already know what it is
oh these boys got us too flexed up

- jid lyrics

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