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letra de life / i could tell* - baby jamo

[intro: baby jamo]
[?]
hey my shoes laced [?] shoes
hey tall wall, hey, and i got the best shoes
i ain’t got no js though i’m rocking, b-tch i’m rocking, oh i’m rocking gucci
[?] (this is petro gang)

[chorus: baby jamo]
this is the life of a stepper, n-gga i could tell you a story i could tell you a poem
n-gga i could sit on your house, n-gga i could come on your block and my
you ain’t spin the yo so high we into it
getting into it with fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherf-cking storm
n-gga i done ran up my racks, n-gga i’m busting 12 i’m motherf-cking blowing
if the lights hit red i’m still on go
if you run that light you got make sure she ain’t no f-cking ho
she up in chanel my name ring bells
d.c. ain’t no bond we ain’t got no bail
n-gga she think that i’m sweet, n-gga i’m playing it p i’m paying for her nails

[verse 1: baby jamo]
might get her some [?] we hitting [?]
and i’m knocking her off i knocked off her [?]
n-gga i’m a motherf-cking bully, n-gga i’m a [?] she f-cking on poodles
[?] she ugly as sh-t
that n-gga still going and trying give her uh
that n-gga still going and trying give her d-ck and them n-ggas still going they [?]
i ain’t [?] yeah they [?]
might f-ck her in cali [?]
stuff that [?] n-gga he ain’t tryna die he keep getting tagged
n-gga we leaving these n-ggas, just like biggs, n-gga we leaving ’em sad
let me get a q-tip clear my ears, who going band for band?
[chorus: baby jamo]
this is the life of a stepper, n-gga i could tell you a story i could tell you a poem
n-gga i could sit on your house, n-gga i could come on your block and my
you ain’t spin the yo so high we into it
getting into it with fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherf-cking storm
n-gga i done ran up my racks, n-gga i’m busting 12 i’m motherf-cking blowing
if the lights hit red i’m still on go
if you run that light you got make sure she ain’t no f-cking ho
she up in chanel my name ring bells
d.c. ain’t no bond we ain’t got no bail
n-gga she think that i’m sweet, n-gga i’m playing it p i’m paying for her nails

[verse 2: moneyset twin]
she think that i’m sweet i’ma pay for her feet
i’ve been f-cking [?]
i’ve been dropping off bones when i’m back up the street
i’ve been popping [?]
i’m still hopping out cars making n-ggas retreat
we still hopping out cars man them n-ggas in trouble
we been dropping off bombs like we come out the huddle
spin the ‘dise off the early i’ma run through that [?]

[verse 3: yung threat]
yung threat the war vet’ n-gga, d-mn, uh, yeah, man
we still hopping out cars man them n-ggas in trouble [?]
i’m f-cking up [?] puzzle
we ’bout to spin [?]
…
[?] got hit in his leg
i’m smoking on brodie ’cause that n-gga dead
[?] i might go out [?]
[?] city [?]
[?] chest [?] aim for his head
[?]
my life like a movie [?] tubi
she heard that i rap now the b-tch wanna do me
[?] bringing that sh-t any block any day
give a f-ck where you from i’ll spin anywhere
i’m smoking on [?] his ass got chased
long live lil’ buddy got hit in his face
i’m a [?] n-ggas know how i do
i’m a real [?] make sh-t go poof
my [?] speaking on [?]
i’m popping my door i ain’t shooting out the roof (huncho)

- baby jamo

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