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Judaa | Jalees Mir | Official Song | Rasta Production
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Robert Alfred Hite
Robert Alfred Hite
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Stuck in my room and I don't know what to do And I'm just looking at my watch so I discover a clue Time is a construct, my nigga, and I don't care about you I'm just upping my stocks so I can buy a car at the market Now I gotta go park it, my park job looking crooked Anyways I say fuck it, I swear I'm built different Now I'm sipping on chocolate, I buy your girl a Christmas present And now I'm sitting at your throne, nigga, who's the peasant now I'm scuffing up your crown, my drip is so intense Got you sweatin' at the brow, I'm goofy like a clown I make your girl laugh, I fuck her so good my dick erased her past I stay skipping class, I don't need that shit C's get degrees, but the V's? Gotta beat that clit Fallin' on your knees, now you're beggin' I'm giving everything that I got, I stay supporting my people I'm everything that you're not Gotta get down, if I climb too high miss the breakdown If I swing too wide, that's a great pound If I lie too big, I escape town What I'm gonna do that if somebody just start following me I don't really know, just gotta watch my back with a strap on me Now I'm watching my back You'd be such a stupid person If you tried to run up on me and you tried to attack I don't really like to make any enemies anyway brotha Just cut me some slack. I'm the type of nigga That'll try to diffuse this shit and buy you a snack My nigga come back to the downtown Come eat dinner and dig into this flounder Get rid of that brown skinned white girl Yes, the one with a fake tan I don't gotta tell you that she is a fake fan Anyway, that strain of white is a bit bland You could get a roadie that's a little bit grander Yes, the one with her own brand Or the one that wanna be apart of your band Or the one that wanna massacre the whole klan Or the one that individually hunts down the incels That post her pics on 4chan I don't really know how you think you are the man Niggas like you belong in a trash can, that said You don't even notice me You don't even talk to me You don't even notice me You don't even talk to me You don't even notice me Talk to me Notice me
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