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letra de no passes - jb bin laden

[verse 1: hood tali, jb bin laden]
b-tch, my dreads hangin’
right now i’m in here with some n-ggas that be gang bangin’
n-gga that’s behind me, he get real stupid
he got that ball up on the court, he’s a real hooper
close range, from a distance he’s a real shooter
if we don’t know that car, we shootin’ up your uber
reason why them n-ggas dyin’, they dissin’ on computers
[?] up in this sh-t, he don’t know how to maneuver
ain’t no passes in this sh-t, you n-ggas movin’ fluky
and ain’t no passes in this sh-t, but they might prolly oop you
we get on yo’ ass, first 48, you done in two days
they didn’t bag, he caught a blitz, that came from two ways
pulled down my mask, hit the switch, then i go crazy
go check the news, fox 5, mommy lost her baby
all these pretty b-tches on my d-ck, can’t say i ain’t that n-gga
ain’t no p-ssy n-ggas in my clique, b-tch i hang with k!llers
(b-tch, i hang with k!llers, i hang with k!llers)

[verse 2: jb bin laden]
ain’t no b-tch n-ggas in my circle, i run with thugs
we be gang bangin’, throwing b’s up, b-tch i’m a blood
and my n-gga gruski, he’ll tweak, yeah his ass’ll bug
we’ll smoke a n-gga like some reef, tell them light it up
we got that lil’ lo from a hoe, we gon’ fire it up
kick a n-gga door, for that dope, we gon’ tie ’em up
leave a n-gga stretched in the snow, his lil’ time was up
this lil’ b-tch gon’ let me brack, ’cause i’m fly as f-ck
traffic in the trenches, in the ‘raq, gettin’ high as f-ck
four n-ggas and four bl!cks, black ‘cat, n-gga try your luck
we really them n-ggas, no bap, who can f-ck with us?
don’t you know these n-ggas gettin’ clapped, bein’ double stuffed
ay, who we’ll smoke, b-tch you rock the coat
let a n-gga hang hisself, give his ass the rope
goofy n-ggas, should’ve blamed yourself, cause he shouldn’t loaf
and we do this sh-t for the trenches, and we give them hope

- jb bin laden

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