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letra de bad man - ebk jaaybo

[intro: ebk jaaybo]
aye, look (rellmadethisbeat)
aye

[verse 1: ebk jaaybo]
dead opps in the wood, where them suckas at?
that n-gga gone, i know you wish that he was one of us
you failed to pick your brother up, he sleepin’ in a casket now
my youngest [?] ‘fore they ran him down
huh, the southeast ain’t how it used to be
mask on, tinted up, crossin’ through these streets
lookin’ for a victim [?], i feel like madmaxx
they got some snitchin’ goin’ on, where my rat trap? (where my rat trap?)
came home and n-ggas still broke (still broke)
and you can post him all you want, that n-gga still gone (still gone)
aye, that n-gga still gone
look

[chorus: ebk jaaybo]
thе grim reaper in thesе streets, i’m a bad man
face shot all on camera, he got slap cammed
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no n-gga that play both sides
southeast, n-gga i could change a whole life
hunnid bands, all dubs got me feelin’ rich
i could get it out a song or get it out a b-tch
come to the j, you wanna talk about some politics (aye, talk about some politics, n-gga)
it’s still some shooters on the team, that’s anonymous
[verse 2: ebk jaaybo]
well i done slid through a thousand times, and y’all n-ggas we don’t never see
bounce out, send them .223s and a jellybean
heard them n-ggas wanna do a song, what happened to the feature?
and you ain’t never did a drill, so practice what you preachin’
brodie step, i can see it in him
and i just left a [?] block and i ain’t see them n-ggas
aye, i never see them n-ggas
look

[chorus: ebk jaaybo, ebk madmaxx]
the grim reaper in these streets, i’m a bad man
face shot all on camera, he got slap cammed
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no n-gga that play both sides
southeast, n-gga i could change a whole life
hunnid bands, all dubs got me feelin’ rich
i could get it out a song or get it out a b-tch
come to the j, you wanna talk about some politics (aye)
it’s still some shooters on the team, that’s anonymous (aye)

[verse 3: ebk madmaxx, ebk jaaybo]
slidin’ on the homies i’m like f-ck it, they can get it too
don’t know who i’m finna pop but i know that i’m finna shoot
hangin’ with them n-ggas, then i might just send them k!llin’ you
and n-ggas not allowed inside the court unless they finna [?]
how is you a factor from the hood if you don’t ever slide?
me and brodie caught a case, i’m prayin’ he don’t testify
cut my [?] whip, ’till the devil push me in the pool
was slidin’ on them n-ggas, when i really shoulda been in school
suckas popped the homie, i was six sittin’ in a cell
but i can’t slide for n-ggas, who won’t even slide for theyself
n-ggas speakin’ down like [?] and hurt n-ggas
the funk too real, (look) put it on these nerd n-ggas
[chorus: ebk jaaybo]
the grim reaper in these streets, i’m a bad man
face shot all on camera, he got slap cammed
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no n-gga that play both sides
southeast, n-gga i could change a whole life
hunnid bands, all dubs got me feelin’ rich
i could get it out a song or get it out a b-tch
come to the j, you wanna talk about some politics
it’s still some shooters on the team, that’s anonymous
aye

- ebk jaaybo

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