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letra de mobbalay - ebk young joc

[intro]
juice- juice
peysoh how you do that?

[verse 1]
i was on the block when sh-t was funky
he upped in less than five somebody help
him get some money, sloppy shooter almost
popped a homie b-tch you clueless walkin’
through the mall, b-tches chase me cause they love
me (nah for real though)

[verse 2]
(n-ggas famous, sh-t is crazy i tell you, b-tches really
chase me out the mall, on gang)
my wrist so icy like my sh-t is strapped up out the
freezer, my money counter broke i had to count it with
my fingers, don’t shop at frеsh and fitted we be cashin’
i don’t need it, if i еver say “f-ck you” on your block then
i mean it, brodie sniped the (ah) on his chop now he fienin
they said he went to rymie for them buss-down pieces
if you up your pop thats on bro better squeeze it (better squeeze it)

[chorus]
ever n-gga you see with me they a demon (they a demon) 12-7
jackboys we some hethn-neens (some hethn-neens) in all
black they like who the f-ck there creepin’ we just pulled a 4
but pull another i ain’ leavin’ with a gangster b-tch she whiped
a pistol out her cleavage, ball hog uppy he trynna score (n-gga)
[chorus]
and we ain’t turnin’ down sh-t this was slow (on my bro)
pistol poppin’ every hot boy goin blow i know im getting
money but so what i need some mo’ i just knocked some
toes but i need another hoe sender up the road get that
b-tch, had her comfort better get sum money out that
hoe don’t just f-ck her (n-gga) boys on our ass
hit the gas they on our bumper (skrrt)

- ebk young joc

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