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letra de hot boy - bbg baby joe

[intro: bbg baby joe & birdman]
this is a hitman production
what? what? what? what? what?
what? what? what? what? what? what?
(nba stunna, b-tch)

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
you better recognize a gangster right here in your face
and i got way worser when i jumped up out the cage
i’m fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
mentality’ll hurt you when he pull up with the k
real hitter in the making so you know that you can’t stop that
in the jungle with a tool, clutching on it like a locket
these n-gg-s soldier hating, they think ’bout going in my pocket
so you better run for cover when i up this b-tch and pop it

[verse 1: bbg baby joe]
i’ma confiscate your brain if you f-cking with my profit
i’ma hop out with this stick and introduce him to some hot sh-t
on the block with thirty sticks up in my hand and i be wildin’
baby joe, he talk that sh-t to make them hoes and n-gg-s violent
every one of my gorillas play with ks and they ’bout it, lil’ soldier
send a hundred bands to your location, where you hiding, lil’ soldier?
strictly ’bout violence, if you ’bout it, what you hidin’, lil’ daddy?
it ain’t no secret if we beefing, a hundred shots in that caddy
pull up with some shooters off that evil and they f-cked up
on the rod with that work right by the am, got it sewed up
got a brand new baby draco from my brother and it fold up
out the window with that stick, slanging it ’round like b-tch, you know what up
we quick to k!ll a shooter if he miss you and we paid that n-gg-
wildside baby, i’m out that bottom and i won’t play with a n-gg-
and all my n-gg-s quick to shoot, we broad day us a n-gg-
and when we riding, it’s do or die, so i’ma lay with my n-gg-

[verse 2: 9lokknine]
tryna go off in my pockets, hit a n-gg- where he thinking (oh yeah)
them jitta boys off jiggas, booted up, it ain’t no blanking (come on)
i’m shooting ’til it click, but this a glizzy, ain’t no safety, dawg
got caught up in the mix, ain’t no febreze, she dig my fragrance
i done put that boy at ease with just ten g’s, i’m talking spank him (come on)
come test us, like an engine, i’ma show you how it’s crankin’
i done took a n-gg-‘s spot, no chicken talk or bigga rankin (oh yeah)
got two million in the safe spot, these crackers think i’m banking
now i sizzle like a hot boy, ooh, f-ck the pastry (oh yeah)
she wanna eat my kids, texting my n-gg-s, tryna taste me (uh-huh)
lil’ b-tch, look we can be, i got a cig, who tryna face it? (come on)
crackers label me a felon on my record, i can’t shake it (uh-uh)
i’m bleeding like a cut, and ain’t no band-aid for detainment
glokk life this, like f-ck a b-tt, you better up that b-tch and aim it (come on)
i’m totin’ like i got license, b-tch, i’m striking with that stainless (oh yeah)
them folks tryna indict me, contradicting my new necklace (oh yeah)

[refrain: youngboy never broke again]
n-gg- know we ridin’
(uppin’ high behind that coat like who got it?)
you know we ridin’
(a baby k, them bullets fill up his body)
it ain’t no stoppin’
(come out that window with that stick and i pop it)
think he the hottest, i’ma take that b-tch up top with this rocket

[outro: birdman]
understand this hot boy sh-t, real n-gg- sh-t
what’s understood don’t need explain
we get it how we live it, is you with it, n-gg-?
you understand me?
bill sh-t, one-fifty on ice, brrat

- bbg baby joe

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