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letra de island baby - javn2900

[intro]
this a west story, people say it ain’t gon’ end well
bust that best four headshots so it could end well
stuck up in the gutter, we thuggin’ because we had to
f-ckin’ wit’ them sucker’s, you duckin’, you could get clapped too

[verse]
real island baby, but we ain’t boo
most hated out here, but it’s still whoop
ain’t never switched up on my bloodas they gon’ still shoot
and i’ll go hit up for my brothers if they want to
cold hearted for the mothers, if it’s poppin’ then we gon’ blow off
keep the .40 tucked and i been used, don’t need to show off
air out out the whole crowd, 30 rounds and just roll off
ain’t no stare down, mean mug, this choppa go off

[chorus]
i’m from the island where it’s grimey, yeah i had to keep that pole
i guess the opps yellin’, “funk” then if it’s up then just let me know
you know we whoopin’ everyday, we tote them ‘ks up on the road
steady braggin’ wit’ the bro’s, never been, never fold
they tryna count a n-gga out, no watch me double up this load
i’m just tryna get my dough, i can’t be caught up wit’ these ho’s
bl–dy know where he a body, up that b-tch and let it blow
tryna sn-tch a n-gga soul
i heard he dancin’ on the globe
[verse 2]
i’m tryna ball ’til i fall, ball wit’ my dawgs
real worldstar’s we gon’ try to get it all
no i ain’t know n0body f-ckin’ wit’ us
they ain’t boo, they ain’t bussin’ wit’ us
they cl!cked up so they duckin’ wit’ ’em
caution tape at the crime scene
reaper slow, window down let the shots scream
n-ggas ho, they ain’t down, they is not team
i won’t fold, always down, free the whole team

[bridge]
i heard they hatin’ on the gang, i’m like “for what though?”
blood h-lla brazy, wit’ a stain and he cut throat
bigo stick is pokin’ out, you know what’s up though
i’m from the island from the west where it’s cut throat
(i heard they hatin’ on the gang, i’m like “for what though?”
blood h-lla brazy, wit’ a stain and he cut throat
bigo stick is pokin’ out, you know what’s up though
i’m from the island from the west where it’s cut throat)

[chorus]
i’m from the island where it’s grimey, yeah i had to keep that pole
i guess the opps yellin’, “funk” then if it’s up then just let me know
you know we whoopin’ everyday, we tote them ‘ks up on the road
steady braggin’ wit’ the bro’s, never been, never fold
they tryna count a n-gga out, no watch me double up this load
i’m just tryna get my dough, i can’t be caught up wit’ these ho’s
bl–dy know where he a body, up that b-tch and let it blow
tryna sn-tch a n-gga soul
i heard he dancin’ on the globe
[outro]
real island baby, but we ain’t boo
most hated out here, but it’s still whoop
ain’t never switched up on my bloodas they gon’ still shoot
and i’ll go hit up for my brothers if they want to

- javn2900

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