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letra de black bottle boys - ebk jaaybo

[intro: ebk jaaybo]
yeah, g’s
seventh street
jordan court, montclair, belair

[verse: ebk jaaybo]
aye, look
i’m missin’ exits missin’ maxx, been drivin’ home for hours
if i left my lil bro to rot in jail then i would be a coward
missin’ the lil things in life like eatin’ food and showers
can’t wait til’ you come home, bro these riches ours
yeah, livin’ empty, can’t shake the snake cause its in me
far from friendly, i can’t trust no new face, i might just clip him
long live my dog, get in my feelin’s when i think ’bout how they did him
the funk can’t end until i’m gone, we gon’ terrorize the biddy
bleach in my hands, i just got p-ssy
can’t liе i’m tired of this sh-t
told her i know that i’m gon’ do her wrong, can’t liе to my b-tch
these tears that fall make me feel weak cause i’ve been cryin’ since a kid
the hood don’t love me, ain’t it f-cked up that i’m dying for this sh-t
thought he was [?], whole time, i was slidin’ with a snitch
been through the most, i’m tryna show my moms a better way to live
she told me she like my carti so i took it off my wrist and gave it to her
buy another, do it twice cause it ain’t sh-t
the time i slid and i missed, it was personal so it hurt
yeah my mind gon’ go cry if i don’t put him in the dirt
i take this spinnin’ sh-t serious, for this rank i put in work
slid and left his family hurt
candle lights and t-shirts
slo-be mode i’m missin’ e too
aye why you think my goals don’t matter? i got dreams too
nightingale, i feel the murder in the air when i breeze through
a narcissist, so it’s hard for me to be honest with her
if we woulda’ met without the bag, i woulda’ got it with her
it’s different rockin’ with a sinner
life was treacherous where i came from
we talkin’ inspiration in your life, hope was the main one
so i can’t believe you changed up
got it on my own, they was tryna block my goals
so many times i cried when i’m alone, n0body love me any more
delusional, i text the homie phone even though he gone
sick inside the head i think about him when i’m gettin’ on
kasino world when i lost you, i picked my phone up and called you
i couple years later, and it f-cked me up, i still can’t call dude
missin’ my pops sometimes i wish that he could fall through and help a n-gga
game you gave yo bros, they ain’t share it, n-ggas was selfish with it
i wish that you could pick me up today, i’ve been helpless livin’
i’ve never understood the concept of life, and they ain’t help me get it
they just left me sinnin’
i chose the streets, she was the first one to accept a n-gga
lost my dogs, baby i’ve been lost since
slo-be mode sometimes i wish that i could call him and say i love you big bro
and i’m sorry for the sh-t i put you through
but look how far we came, we did this sh-t for you
g’s
[bridge: ebk jaaybo]
i’m missin’ exits missin’ maxx, been drivin’ home for hours
if i left my lil bro to rot in jail then i would be a coward
missin’ the lil things in life like eatin’ food and showers
can’t wait til’ you come home, bro these riches ours
yeah, livin’ empty, can’t shake the snake cause its in me
far from friendly, i can’t trust no new face, i might just clip him
long live my dog, get in my feelin’s when i think ’bout how they did him
the funk can’t end until i’m gone, we gon’ terrorize the biddy
bleach in my hands, i just got p-ssy
can’t lie i’m tired of this sh-t
told her i know that i’m gon’ do her wrong, can’t lie to my b-tch
these tears that fall make me feel weak cause i’ve been cryin’ since a kid
the hood don’t love me, ain’t it f-cked up that i’m dying for this sh-t
thought he was [?], whole time, i was slidin’ with a snitch
been through the most, i’m tryna show my moms a better way to live
she told me she like my carti so i took it off my wrist and gave it to her
buy another, do it twice cause it ain’t sh-t

[outro]
knockin’ n-ggas out in they hood
you see what it is but you ain’t for that
you know we whoopin’ n-ggas
we just tellin’ people man happy easter
we at jay’s liquor
yeah we at jay’s liquor
come get the belaire at jay’s liquor man
they get this sh-t cause of us
come in there and ask, can we buy this sh-t? cause we buy this sh-t by the case
we finna hop in the range and get up out of here man, but if y’all see us in traffic, holla’ at us man. we the coolest n-ggas in the world man. black bottles boys mane, rrari [?] you feel me
aye, all the b-tches that love me, i love y’all too
and we finna do, what we do
peace love and happiness

- ebk jaaybo

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