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letra de free jbay - j money, just bang & lil steve

[intro]
(ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)
(my n-gga johnny got another one)
hold on
stop playin’ with me, man
better stop playin’ with me, young man
know what i am, man?
stop playin’ with me, man
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
me and bang gettin’ money, yeah, we in a rush
lil’ baby kind of cute, yeah, i got a crush (got a crush on her)
got the bl!ck, be quiet, i told ’em hush (shh)
boy got the nappy hair, he need a brush (need a brush)
she say i’m the man, that don’t make me blush (not at all)
they tryna take my instagram, so i can’t trust (can’t)
lil’ boy, back up, yeah, you kind of musty
lil’ girl tryna talk to me, yeah, she kind of ugly (b-tch, you’re ugly)
lil’ kid, who you talkin’ to? i am not the one (not at all)
boy, you better be safe, gotta keep a gun
tryna get the money, i’m tryna have some fun
you not scarin’ me, i’m not goin’ out like a punk (not at all)
how much money you got? he said none (he broke)
call that boy ricky ’cause why you have to run? (why he run?)
the ave’s where i’m lookin’ dizzy, boy, i just spun (fah, fah)
boy, don’t play with me, i got k!llers that’ll do it for the low (for the low)
lil’ boy, i’m your father, you my son (you my son)
my grandpa went to the navy with that tommy gun (grah)
i got k!llers that’ll put you in the trunk
they told me stop stunting ’cause i do it too much
they told me stop getting money, i don’t have enough (i don’t have it)
free my dad out the cage, boy, he still tough (on gang)
i don’t want a relationship, i cannot cuff (not at all)
been making hits, made my song too rough (they too rough)
[verse 2]
ayy, i’m [?][1:27] phil’ and ’em, free j baby
ayy, i had to free the other b-tch, she couldn’t pay me
take your cape off in the land, you can’t save you (man)
i had to stop breaking windows, i’m too crazy
and i had to stop f-ckin’— shh, she too lazy (b-tch gone)
three bibs, one bottle, the real baby (the baby)
hoppin’ out the sleeve with two chops, i’m slim shady (grah)
i got the yeezy slides on, they kim babies (woo)
up top, war ’em out the window, get your bro dropped
i can’t sip on no green, i need that old wock’ (i need that old)
shh, where my bro wop? (where wop at?)
shootin’ at this little n-gga’s shirt to make a crop top

[interlude]
yo, it’s the baby, n-gga
me and j baby trippin’ on these baby n-ggas
n-ggas talkin’ all they sh-t, they actin’ crazy, n-gga
war ’em out the window, woo, i’m slim shady, n-gga

[verse 3]
these boys not hard, they dancin’ on tiktok
thirty-six on my wrist, woo, big watch
i got bands on my neck, i got big rocks
gotta make a play, i got couple seconds on the clock
bang went and hawked ’em down with his big chop
call me brown how i hawked ’em down with his big block
they say 59 got the drip when he walk
she like the way i get st-rdy, call me kay flock
they sayin’ why i’m dizzy, we spinnin’ some blocks
shot at us so much, they had to close the shop
i love the way this beat sound, got straight drop
bro get tricky when he pullin’ out that glock
the way we making k’s, better call it a workshop
boy, you not going hard, so boy, just stop
boy be acting federal, he talkin’ to the cops
better call me korean the way i let this k pop
[interlude]
yeah, man, it’s young j bay, man
you know what i’m sayin’? free j bay, man, ’til it’s j bay free, man
feel me? ’til it’s backwards
you know what i’m sayin’, he the future, man, bang, what’s happenin’?
tell ’em free my dad, man, free my dad from them cages, but he still took, what i say?

[verse 3]
yeah, trappin’ out the window, this a dough spot (it’s a dough spot)
we got four glocks, start from the block, ain’t got no old spot (i ain’t got no old spot)
i was sellin’ out the p, i could’ve sold rocks (i could’ve sold rocks)
n-ggas talkin’ on the ‘gram like they for sure cops (like they for sure cops)
arm out the window, brodie going crazy (he going crazy)
could’ve bounced out, but we just poured a six and got him lazy
fell in love with mary jane ’cause she the first b-tch that paid me (yeah)
fill the chopper up with lead, if n-ggas play, we gon’ erase him (we gon’ erase him)
this a real dough spot (yep)
n-ggas hatin’, i ain’t lyin’, i ain’t got no opps (uh-huh)
bro said we extra, we at rollie’s eatin’ with four chops
i had to get a bag, i’m on the block until i sold out

[outro]
ah, get your bro chopped
jumpin’ out the window, this that old wop
arm out the window, b-tch, i’m too crazy
yeezy slide, b-tch, this kim baby

- j money just bang lil steve

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