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jujutsu! - xelishurt, sadfriendd & prompto lyrics

[verse 1: sadfriendd]
ayy, ayy, wait, wait, wait
like d*mn, bad b*tch trying throwing out a lad
in the mouth in the field, mothaf*cka where you at
give a beat and crack mothaf*cka with the strap
out of bounds b*tch, trying to turn the n*gga off the mat
came in this b*tch, then tryna getting f*cked up
bad b*tch on me and i’m tryna get sucked up
don’t give a f*ck, i push, don’t right f*ck up
rate, b*tch glock if its up, then its stock up
[chorus: sadfriendd]
came in this b*tch then i’m lookin for death
i got a bad b*tch shawty, then she giving me neck
i’m stomping on his face ’til nothing was left
i got a b*tch in the crib and then she cleaning the mess

[verse 2: xelishurt & sadfriendd]
yeah, talk to yo glock with that* (gunshot)
yeah, bet a b*tch bad like a n*gga man
came in with yo b*tch and she all up in my bed like
what’s coming g, z, c, see it in the block like d*mn
came in this b*tch then i’m looking for a bounty
and i pushing on with the stick like a motherf*cking mounty
f*cking on yo b*tch, make a mess like downy
and i get back to my crib and she begging for to pound me
[?]

[chorus: sadfriendd]
came in this b*tch then i’m lookin for death
i got a bad b*tch shawty, then she giving me neck
i’m stomping on his face ’til nothing was left
i got a b*tch in the crib and then she cleaning the mess

[verse 3: xelishurt & sadfriendd]
stacking these bands ’til they all turn blue
yeah, then hit ’em with a stick it’s a–
then shawty went to a shop for some brand new shoes
and i’m grabbing that bag, got you and then got ya
yeah, hit ’em with the fists like its jujutsu
yeah, n*gga feeling blessed like i say “i’m on ya”
playing with the words like a bad haiku
yeah, gimme that crown like a n*gga can’t do
yeah, if it’s then me then a n*gga on my shoe
yeah, walk around town with a pass on–
i’ma like cash on me, racks on me
yeah, avoid the base man with (wait, wait) the stacks on me
[bridge: sadfriendd]
one, two, one, two
i don’t want you, right, hit em with the smoke
i’m let em like a blunt, feel thoughts on the 16
gotta nowhere to run so–

[verse 4: prompto]
f*ck, in that b*tch’s throat
god d*mn my lover with grips then chokes
yeah, got, diamonds on my wrist then we glisten cold
say “drip down”, yeah, from the head to toe
when i sold my soul, put gold in goals
i would with f*ck with the holy ghost
the flashing bows who comatose
who sleep on me, i close the door
through, feelin’ intermittent, i’ma k!ll it till i win it
and yo b*tch bout to feeling:“yeah we get it in a minute”
then did the check on fighting me and touching spinach
and i hit em all, dawning on the props
on the coil, now go f*ck, b*tch
face it, goin through you 7 times, leaving ya faceless
no punch line, cause i’ve shun through the races
sign on me b*tch, better need to praise it
it’s how funny how f*cked up conversation
this baddie would have sung like:“d*mn”
no she a test, i’d smoke em like gas
all the way, wait, we can’t hold no hands
she could do better than this, moan like s*x

- xelishurt sadfriendd prompto lyrics

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