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letra de stuck like glue - baby jamo

[intro: baby jamo]
uh
let’s go, hey wall, let’s go, long live reek and long live buggz (d-mn, d-mn)
hey jose (hey ant’, i’m f-cking with anti)
hey anti
aye six, aye six aye six (i’m f-cking with six)
hey long live whites aye whiteboy
hey whites, and mook the men in here n-gga (free the men)
hey tall wall (and i got robin in the booth with me n-gga, hey free the men) (this a anti beat)
hey wall (this is petro gang)

[chorus: baby jamo]
i’ma get that paper i ain’t worried ’bout who don’t f-ck with me
me and jose together i gеt drops and he gon’ serve thеm ps
i crack me a n-gga and keep it discreet
i was bumping that drac’ with a bussed ap
if they bring up rappers they talking ’bout me
took a oldhead cartier that sh-t jhi sweet
i’ma talk my sh-t and you just gotta listen
and long live the realest and n-ggas gon’ feel it
and bro catch a case and i’m k!lling the witness
don’t bring up _ i don’t f-ck with them n-ggas
they be sliding on youtube k!lling on instagram
n-ggas ain’t nothing these n-ggas they been fans
i be banging my pistol and slapping with big hand
she claim she a dyk- i f-ck her with both hands
[verse 1: baby jamo]
on bro i really be using my mask
sometimes i think [?] get him a pass
25,000 that sh-t light cash
i’ma drag on these n-ggas i got me a bag
yeah i be rapping i be running through cutters
don’t care ’bout no crackhead i’m leaving sh-t stuck
if i see kids i ain’t busting my gun
i ain’t worried ’bout the opps, them n-ggas be punks
uh, aye wall, say that i start it, n-gga i’ma finish it
want me some money i’m standing on business
hop out with drac’ and they breaking and tripping
he wifing a b-tch and i already hit it
he wifing a b-tch tall already f-cked her
f-ck from the back and i’m grabbing her neck and i punished her ass and i’m screaming “it’s nothing”
came home n-gga she wanted some d-ck and i f-cked her, n-gga she know tall [?]
try to throw tall a opp and think i’m sweet, on ahk i’ma pluck it
i go for these b-tches that these n-ggas out here really loving
now they all [?] they know i got some f-cking money

[chorus: baby jamo]
i’ma get that paper i ain’t worried ’bout who don’t f-ck with me
me and jose together i get drops and he gon’ serve them ps
i crack me a n-gga and keep it discreet
i was bumping that drac’ with a bussed ap
if they bring up rappers they talking ’bout me
took a oldhead cartier that sh-t jhi sweet
i’ma talk my sh-t and you just gotta listen
and long live the realest and n-ggas gon’ feel it
and bro catch a case and i’m k!lling the witness
don’t bring up _ i don’t f-ck with them n-ggas
they be sliding on youtube k!lling on instagram
n-ggas ain’t nothing these n-ggas they been fans
i be banging my pistol and slapping with big hand
she claim she a dyk- i f-ck her with both hands
[verse 2: young jose]
these n-ggas ain;t having no motion
ain’t a glock or a drac’ what the f-ck is you toting?
ain’t no za in the air what the f-ck is you smoking?
glock 27 with the switch and it’s rolling
get that broom and sweep sh-t like the [?]
jackboys finish the l!ck then we pluck it
give a f-ck ’bout the grammy’s i came from the gutter
serving crack in the school all i know is the hustle
these n-ggas can’t get on my level
p.p. b-tch not the loan but the bezel
your b-tch wan’ f-ck gotta fit on my schedule
pull up in the lamb chop red like the devil
hey tall, n-ggas say he heard a rumor we ain’t stuck like glue
b-tch in the way tryna throw us a move
it’s a snake in the crew know we cutting them loose
b-tch-ass rappers i be pulling their cards
last n-gga i dissed he a b-tch he a broad
two bands in the field b-tch i’m like [?]
i throw me a bomb on a n-gga brett fravre
i’ma beat up that p-ssy then nut on her face
i’ma take me a trip for the bands out the bay
on the yo on the hill where they know it ain’t safe
wop toting a switch tall toting a drac’

- baby jamo

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