Correction Paroles Shinobi (Spotify Release) par Jadeci

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I send hollow tips into yo' back, I keep that thing on me
Got my shadow clones up on yo throat, it's like the livery
I got hoes who used to diss me, now they wanna chill with me
Cue the pu**y, kicked her out and told her she was history
I don't need no help, ay, woah, cannot cuddle me
See me in the lot, rim spinnin' like it's pottery
Used to feel like Jay-Z 'cause I'm forbin' off the robbery
Rollin' with a stick, we get it pumpin' like an artery
I'ma stick to winnin', I got no L's in my name, b*t*h
When I get this bag I'm gonna spend it on my main b*t*h
Movin' like you different but you all run with the same sh*t
Ridin' on these other rappers' tip just like a waitress
Jadeci, he bang, and he pop you like a blister
Got yo' body wrapped up and he lookin' like a Swisher
All these hoes, they buggin' 'cause I cut them out the picture
I'ma steal one, I'm the A-1 'cause I b*t*hed her
Claimin' that you bang but you really do not pop sh*t
I'ma do you dirty like some biggie and some pock sh*t
Used to catch me screamin' now I'm pausin' on my rock sh*t
Now, I'm gettin' smooth so these b*t*hes turn out topless
I go Call of Duty when I pull up with the chopper
Do this for my mother, and I do this for my father
If you wanna run it we gon' turn you into pasta
You soundin' full gays and you movin' like impostor
I be gettin' dizzy when we circle through yo block, b*t*h
We gon' catch you slippin', now you turnin' and you lock lip
If you run away, we gorillas goin' lawless
Hit you with the chrome, bang bang, now you jawless
I'ma take yo shawty 'cause I heard that she a fan doe
Hit it from the back and now my d**k up in her backbone
Used to pop them percs, my b*t*h left, I was mad low
Now, I'm gettin' money, bread for bread with my pesos
Play her like a game, don't stop
Get the pack and Milly Rock it
I put my d**k in her jaws and she locked it
Think I sold my soul, 'cause I'm in it for the profit
I can't cuff no b*t*h, it's too toxic, got toxins in cups
I be sippin', mixin', remixin', trickin' and trick
I put my name on that b*t*h, I'm not the same when I vent
At rage, now I'm lit
I got my stick, you gettin hit, if I don't, I got my fists
Well, sh*t, new b*t*h, new time up on my wrist
Sold the prices on the lip, on the drugs, I might trip
But I say up on my tip, I can't ever f**kin' slip
Go where I want, don't need no slip
Get to the room and she strippin'
Sticks, let 'em hit, huh, now you f**ked up
You was yo' b*t*h, but she seen that I got clout, now she my sl*t
I'm disgusted, how you n***as come and they hatin', I love it
In love with all the f**k sh*t, sh*t
I got sticks, let 'em hit, huh, now you f**ked up
You was yo' b*t*h, but she seen that I got clout, now she my sl*t
I'm disgusted, how you n***as come and they hatin', I love it

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