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I got broads in Atlanta, I got broads in the A, they think I'm a designer Her body shaped like an hourglass, when I hit it, she put on a timer We used to post at the diner, I had a blick in my hat at the club as a minor The button right under the seat, I'ma lay on a jit, but it's not a recliner They were saying my people was animalistic But all of these people with power they talkin' about, they ain't even religious The charity is part of the law and it says that we can't be materialistic I know 'bout rabbis who sleep on the couch, thе media talks 'bout the richest And I know I was nеver taught nothing malicious If the animal suffer, my mom told me, "Don't take a bite, even though it's delicious" So it's crazy that Sheisty done gave me that name, the life of the dreidel, a misfit When I jumped off the porch, I was wearing a tallis and the field was vicious But none of this new to me, since a jit, I've been tryna preach unity They not even Jewish, they speakin' on Jews, they never been to the community I'm not even from that community, but I won't let 'em speak on it loosely And שלהם is a Hebrew word, that means "of them" and it never meant "used to be" I got broads in Atlanta, I got broads in the A, they think I'm a designer Her body shaped like an hourglass, when I hit it, she put on a timer We used to post at the diner, I had a blick in my hat at the club as a minor The button right under the seat, I'ma lay on a jit, but it's not a recliner I don't even know 'bout cars, I ain't buyin' no i8 just to show them that I ate I'm downtown like, "Take my tape," I threw the two-shot in the lake I did it 'olo, why they hate? Got a monkey on my back, no Bathing Ape Letras de cancionesThey about to hear my roar, got it off that Seder plate Ayy, everybody 'round me doomed, don't play, hundred-round drum, Boomhauer, okay 954, you know what they say, wherever you from, you play, you lay Trick question, you a rat, not an alibi, I was in Boca with Malachi Fuck a pig, I'll wait 'til rabbits fly, 40 Glock spit rapid fire They try to say that I run the banks, I was just passing by And I had that fire on me in class, that shit was classified And it's always the bullshit that gon' get instantly gratified Smoking on who? Jit, white-girl wasted, you must be cracker high I got broads in Atlanta, I got broads in the A, they think I'm a designer Her body shaped like an hourglass, when I hit it, she put on a timer We used to post at the diner, I had a blick in my hat at the club as a minor The button right under the seat, I'ma lay on a jit, but it's not a recliner From Letras Mania