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Текст песни Journalist - When it Comes To This Shit

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[Verse 1 - Journalist]Ay yo, its Journalist nigga even on my nicer daysI heat you up spin you round, call me microwaveSkate off like at an Ice Capadewith the type of guage that bring the cops out like paradesLeave your family in the triage, second guessingraf artist, I`m good with sketchin weaponsLeave emancipations for lacerationsWith bunks to gun a pump like I`m half JamaicanYou know the flow fascinatinNigga I`m so sharp, when I walk I scratch the pavementI aim this gat right for your waysthen I go to your mom`s house to give her all types of bouquetsor I can paralyze half of yaYou don`t wanna see your kids laugh at yawhen they see you peein through a catheterHowever you want it, you can have it your wayCapital J, and never use a gat for display[Chorus x2 - Journalist]When it comes to this shit hereY`all the type to sit thereI`m soon to rock that road, crotched in the big chairStudded up crown with forty below wristwearProve y`all clowns couldn`t fuck with the flow this year[Verse 2 - Journalist]Ay yo, heres a few promisesturn y`all to vomitterswith different types of heaters if the waste got thermometersNiggas wanna climb with usCrazy World conglomeratePhiladelphi dominantcomin through the monitorsMy chumps beat you like drums, quite severeThen I fuck around and follow up, just like the snearI don`t think you in the right careerMaybe you should go back to cross dressin and them tight brazeersCause y`all niggas ride mine, worryin bout my shineStay on the sideline and work with the pom-pomsThrow some rounds throw your arm or confetti your sleveWhen I`m in town, the sheriffs and the deputies leaveNigga I ain`t got respect for you pleaseYou ain`t sittin on dough, you fallin off like sesame seedsCause you can`t bear pressureif you don`t wear vestesCrime unit find you I hope they got air freshners[Chorus x2][Verse 3 - Journalist]Yo when the gat is in my distanceI have you datin fishesYour wive tears drippin on your graduation picturesClutch glocks and what notrush spots, fuck copsI got enough shots to get cuz` block dustmoppedWhen I stop the beamerCock the neenerBlood`ll pour to the pavement like its AquafinaCome out on bail, fallin up the cops` subpeanaCome back around, send more shots between yaBullets burnin up your femurTurn into screamersfrom uppercut swings of the permanent leanerCause the guns I squeeze `emIf I shoot `em just once like James IngramWatch his brains leave himI`ll be shinin my toys `til the lost boysYou rather see me sit in the can like AltoidsOck, I`m on the block, gettin narcs annoyedPassin out rocks like the Sixers ball boyIts Journ![Chorus x2]

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