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stain - jonoftf lyrics

[hook: jonoftf]
that p*ssy ass n*gga don’t really want static
i pull out that choppa and let the boy have it
i feel like lil’ uzi i got a new patek
b*tch i’ma star, i ain’t talking bout patrick
he talking on the net, he ain’t bout action
.45 bullets b*tch, it get to clappin’
i f*ck with the drama n*gga bring the racks in
i dont want that hoe, cause she made of plastic
dont send me yo song, what the f*ck is that sh*t?
inna h*llcat, and we f*ckin’ dashin’
slide on that f*ck n*gga right in traffic
get that boy gone, walah, magic
i’m countin’ this money n*gga, mathematics
i’m shootin’ a three, n*gga that’s a basket
i’m feelin’ like autumn! how she love my fashion
i’m jugging that boy, ain’t no transaction
going up, n*gga i’m getting traction
splitting that f*ck n*gga like a fraction
i rock number nine n*gga, you at pacsun
rushing the pack n*gga, bo jackson
this glock get to subtraction
if you wanna verse, n*gga know i’m taxin’
come at that f*ck n*gga, smoke his ashes

[verse: slump6s]
i love my brother, he know where he stay, but he told me to [?], that’s a no go
she finna come to the crib, and she hop on my d*ck, and i told that lil hoe she a low blow
i cut off tana, he steady talking on my name, thats why i dont f*ck with him no more
i put a rack on his head, i’ma shooter with dreads, and they purple, they lookin’ like jono
i’m finna put that boy in the ground, i’m finna leave that boy dead, yea
i heard he gotta problem with me, why the f*ck i hear what he said, yea
n*gga i feel like im carti, i walk in the party, its whole lotta red, yea
you wanna play with my gang, call up my troops, we leavin em dead, yea
she givin brain in the back of the se
come to the crib, and i’m breakin’ her back in
n*gga i feel like a pirate, they all on my d*ck, i’m just saying, dakota the captain
i’m just be talking, i’m not even rappin’
i know i’ma rapper, but i’ma be trappin’
all black coupe man, i feel like i’m batman
yo b*tch on me, she givin’ a lap dance
i ain’t jamaican, dakota a bad man
off with that n*gga they call me the bad dude
we got em froze, like that n*gga a statue
that n*gga sh*t, like we using the bathroom
that n*gga mad as a b*tch, said his hoe on my skin, like dakota just got a tattoo
[hook: jonoftf]
that p*ssy ass n*gga don’t really want static
i pull out that choppa and let the boy have it
i feel like lil’ uzi i got a new patek
b*tch i’ma star, i ain’t talking bout patrick
he talking on the net, he ain’t bout action
.45 bullets b*tch, it get to clappin’
i f*ck with the drama n*gga bring the racks in
i dont want that hoe, cause she made of plastic
dont send me yo song, what the f*ck is that sh*t?
inna h*llcat, and we f*ckin’ dashin’
slide on that f*ck n*gga right in traffic
get that boy gone, walah, magic
i’m countin’ this money n*gga, mathematics
i’m shootin’ a three, n*gga that’s a basket
i’m feelin’ like autumn! how she love my fashion
i’m jugging that boy, ain’t no transaction
going up, n*gga i’m getting traction
splitting that f*ck n*gga like a fraction
i rock number nine n*gga, you at pacsun
rushing the pack n*gga, bo jackson
this glock get to subtraction
if you wanna verse, n*gga know i’m taxin’
come at that f*ck n*gga, smoke his ashes

- jonoftf lyrics

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