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okok - jaefkae lyrics

okay okay i accept that/
except that i might regret that/
the chef hand cook lemme get that
prometha*zine in my left hand
smoking that kush that jet pack
it’s deafening definitely
come smelling a lil suspicious
the dumb police prolly check that
asking too many questions i’m starting to feel like alexa
they telling me that i can, but i’m puerto ri* and not mexi*
my ancestry got too mixed at the peak of my widow look out the window and get perplexed back, she think she getting a tеxt back

i’m in cali but technically on avenue wеst of
the western hemisphere it appears that my little years in the hecates, the h*llcat go skirt like dresses
you gesture wrong you digest metal pellets that flip intestines
i just didn’t mean to shoot put tourette’s you i got to rest man
not even ableist i’m just knowing they want me arrested
last breath in concrete cement slabs
the definiendum defy to no end no one can bless me
affinity in fullest never sleep don’t ever siesta
try to box me in brackets the c’s in pockets parenthe*
bigger commas than you ever seen in yo subdivision
we line up yo top now you gotta permanent acento when i pop out with cuarenta everybody acting friendly

okay okay now forget that
i don’t incline to chit chat
we hit ya spine with the cans and now it’s touchin yo six pack
i prolly drive to the party but gotta take a lyft back diss us we disinfectant deleterious undetected, amiri jeans not my fetish i smear prefrontal cortex wit thc until i’m headless
everybody wanna be a top boy
i’m head lad my dogs no lassies we cash out top of yo heading
dinnerve endings don’t breakfast
we skirt in with several weapons hurt you and redirect it
thought it was a frolic till you faint
follicles a pull out when the automatic yank, hollows in ya tank, nodding when coping with the caine
knotted but no rope in, i can hang, know the road and sticking to the code, i could change the lingo, and the slang, i’ma problem when i’m written with equation, quaint, you acquaintance, saying you gang
chinese food inna car we lower than the mein
shorty on my page, upload her to the main
5 second delay and i float up in the paint, need the guap and the lays to relay to my community to mutate to amaze
and i’m shorty jay ain’t a day i don’t pray i got thirty sum angels, waiting top of grave
i could put on game, cuz i put on for the game

okay okay i can bless that though h*lla people contest that
competition is nonexistent where you see contest at
take off my gucci belt and don’t gamble but bet i bet that, they sweat me want me 6 feet but elegua not gone abet that
yo outfit been tacky alphabet factory where you get dressed at
thought you did magic dry lil spells is where you getting drenched at
collusion for contusions on my kn*b, can y’all not
or you losing ona job, but i don’t denounce a neck tat

okay okay, hokey pokey rob the store for forty stogies /sm*rg*sbord of storks/ cuz all my sons trynna spit to become me
i swear that’s so unbecoming but i’m foolish if i never take
imitation as the form of flattery that never flakes

caught inna prison of opinions i don’t seldom state

so don’t celebrate

i take what’s mine and what’s ours simultaneous
they on my missile missing miscellaneous
i’m not a g*nius but i get a lotta cranium
indigenous can’t erase us
or you might see some yellow tape
i got the game looking like a cello player, oxymoron glocks be pouring shoot you in the dead of day
i keep my head up, i’mma find a way that we can elevate, ooh i mean alleviate the lluvia when levees break
the youth be out
ooh like okay okay, you know i’m not scooping ya no stupider than i could be to stupor when marsupials
got they pouch in every encounter count up all the tootsie pops and two seaters, and if you robert you could meet the julia
you is a, actor go to julieard
smoke zaza so constant it’s unconstitutional, i swear my roof is lost, not from the a and brave we hit ronald acuna junior
call of duty we do to ya, due to ya d*mn indubitable, bloomer mentality booming through ya medulla dull in the dura mater i see any matter is really new to ya
who did you think you fooling was truly playing the fool witcha

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