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jackie jone$ey fleek - 36 oz. (freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
my new world begins with the beats of others. i handle the business myself & say f-ck you to the other sides. we pulled up suddenly & now becomin’ admitted
on ’em grand freestyles

[pre-hook]
while them n-gg-s in the kitchen c-kin’ up, i’m makin’ bars
i can’t wait to see me ridin’ suicidin’ doors in cars
i don’t jam the screw (oh hitta), i don’t sip syrup (oh badcurt)
i just wanna make it sound from all speakers in the world

[hook]
oh, i feel so many wishes push my back to take a beat, woah
oh, i see them silly n-gg-s underestimate my sh-t, woah
i’m related, bangin hott is where i k!ll, bro
and deadliest weapons shoot with the letters so get ready to see the blood though

[verse 1]
homies in the livin’ room, they’re bouncin’ hard, got the trillest vibes
we’re anxious ’bout nothing, got the sprite and the sparklin’ spot
and at the cribs, yeah i be wildin’ like a beast, got the inner side
and all the thing that you be watchin’ is the raisin’ point on the f-ckin’ graph
ooh, the weekend on fleek, but you don’t take it close
the sound you hear don’t make you comatose
but when i turn up, i am too turnt to stop it
i keep on talkin’ it, spittin’ & runnin’
they got a hood fulla dawgs like jonson
but n-gg- i don’t, i just keep it jone$ey
grillin’ some chicken, the yard sippin’ booze, i only acquire when everyone lose

[hook]
oh, i see a couple b-tches see me grindin’ gettin’ mad though
oh, i see them trillest homies first survive, then rap & get dough
i’m related, bangin hott is where i k!ll, bro
and deadliest weapons shoot with the letters so get ready to see the blood though

[verse 2]
let’s get it
go get it
will get it
home-made it
delicious as a lobster
so tasty ya faded
i will feed myself cause i’m a creator
i will lift myself, i’m an elevator
f-ck pointless n-gg-s who’d been fabricated
yeah, n-gg-, i’m new, i got something to tell ya
i’m not dj khaled, but i changed a lot
ounce to jone$ey, i changed my life
start runnin’ like kirk, you ain’t able to stop me
hol’ up your n-gg-s, i won’t let ’em rob me
chains on my chest, multiply the amount
you know what i’m ’bout, you know what i’m ’bout
i’m cruisin’ around, not f-ckin’ around
ain’t no cloud rap, but i’m like on a cloud
grillin’ some chicken, the yard sippin’ booze, i only acquire when everyone lose

[pre-hook]
again them n-gg-s in the kitchen and again i’m makin’ bars
i’mma touch the sky and steal some, then a hoodie with the stars
i don’t jam the screw (oh hitta), i don’t sip syrup (oh badcurt)
i just wanna make it sound from all speakers in the world

[outro]
lemme see you understood my message
you gotta keep shootin’ if you wanna k!ll
and, n-gg-, i keep

- jackie joneey fleek

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