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jmb rrp - plata lyrics

yeah it’s the plata
y’all dont really matter
i just hit the ratta, tatta
y’all just better scatter
when i make that plata
my whip goes faster
pray to your master
they call me the disaster, like katrina
but a little bit past her
whipping the wand like a caster
friendly ghost casper
taking a puff, taking a gasper
trying smoke it down faster
i just asked her, does she want a job?
she just gave me a nod
i said hop on my rod
she gave me a slob
then finished the job
yeah, i’m the king
i just wear that bling
matter fact, i need my crown
i just need it now so i can run the town
and knock these p+ssies down
i smoke pound for pound, so loud
you hear a f+ckin’ base sound
i’m no one to play around
got this dirty style, call it the underground
yeah, back from my old town
yeah i’m fully suited, this dream i pursuit’ed
if your not good you get booted
i got money, yeah i’m looted
charge me up i’m rebooted
them darts your shooting
this rap i’m excluding
i got fans that are rooting
my rhymes are just rooting out like trees
this is how it’s supposed to be
i’m just spitting hotter then 100 degrees
straight charged up, like tnt
john cena, you cannot see me
b+tch watch me, mtv
put some glasses, yeah 3d
i’mma superhero, houdini
she l!cks my zucchini
she want a beanie, skin tight bikini
i’m hungry just feed me
specifically when i’m sea deep
just play this repeat
i just bounce to the beat
i just spit up on the beat
cause b+tch i’m too elite
i catch you with the yeet
if you talking all that heat
all you get is my cleat

- jmb rrp lyrics

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