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jason - luwop lyrics

[intro]
(luwop what the f*ck?)

[verse 1: baby kevvo]
yeah
j.r smith and on me got a wesson on me
if you test me you failing you flunking brodie
i got snipers in trees like a f*cking monkey
better hide your b*tches better hide your money
this bl!ckey correcting n*ggas call it grammarly
come disrespect a n*gga i’m a handle em’
add it up then i subtract lil brodie
i’m a blast lil brodie with this f*cking nina
s*s* send a double team still hit the buzzer beater
said i’m loyal that’s cap i’m the biggest cheater
i’m a dive in the p*ssy and get to eating
keep a .9 on my hip talking millimeter
if he talking hot, find him and delete him
she a fiend hit my phone every time she need it
beat her back till she bust i’m a leave her sleeping
i’m a leave her slumped wake up she needing p*n*s
i’ve been tracking him down like i’m jason (f*ck!)
if we catch him we taking his faces
and my forces so white think they racist
hope that he don’t see me i’ll have his heart racing
[verse 2: luwop]
i been stacking they paper is faceless
smashing the game they can’t take it they hate this
snapping on tracks k!lling beats with no traces
i been on attack if i catch you it’s apesh*t
b*tch i
beatbox the choppa i spot em’ i got em’
n*ggas be telling you rodents possum
vvs rocks in the watch know they watching
box full of knots i can’t stop how i stock em’
there ain’t no dropping no opps ain’t no opposition
p*ssy stop trying to copy my composition
i’ve been getting to the guap got my pockets ripping
getting top from the top thot dropping kittens
i been murdering p*ssy
n*ggas and b*tches no difference
they working to push me
shorty gone twerk on the woody
bend the b*tch over i’m murking the cookie

[verse 3: d_lock]
my n*gga i’m cookie monster
i pop out like i’m kanye west
when he was rocking the mask in donda
when i step up in it they can’t stand when i rock the genre
guaranteed we gone smash an oppa
i’m a crack a thot and when i leave i won’t pass a dollar
wit some guys that’ll keep it proper
all you haters talking i hear blah la la la
eat the c*ck and use all of ya’ll saliva
i swear these n*ggas applying that pressure with all of that bark
but i’m at the park big d*gg*ng
half of your crew like a rug that ain’t dusty
i beat em’ but never be nun to get off em’
even if u running full sprint i beat all n*ggas like 3 times
and really i’m sick jogging
if this is jason then f*ck it i’d rather be freddy
my head off but still in this b*tch talking
n*gga ain’t hollin
i’m talkin bout how i be rocking no pants when i say out of pocket
i’m giving em punchlines
but they be too b*tch when i punch
so i might as well give em’ a backhand
sh*t i would like to acknowledge
you can’t get a retweet or follow
and none of my gang will allow u around
you ain’t kin or my partner
no batman and robin i’m robbing on batman
(b*tch!)

- luwop lyrics

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