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letra de put it in a box - jb savage

[intro: jb savage]
it’s that jb sleeze n-gga, you heard
mr. spin your block and empty the clip and spin back again, you heard
cause we ain’t gon stop till they all dead
everybody k, every opp shot (look, what)

[verse 1: jb savage]
don’t run, don’t trip, i got good aim, accuracy make him flip
and yeah, he got hit with the stick, so now he dead and his mother real sick (gang, gang)
and just watch how i bend, catch me a body then go take a trip
and yeah, i get high as wiz, smoking on nazzy and jayrip
and i heard y’all asking who that is
just two dead locs in my spliff
don’t get why these n-ggas diss
get back gang, ain’t get back for sh-t (like, what)

[verse 2: mdot ebk]
when we spin, better duck
double g, n-gga, we on a hunt (mud)
you was talking on bro, now say it to the gun
smoking on eric, mix it with the runtz
bodyshot, got a n-gga dancing
shoutout my ootеr, he caught him in traffic
one shot, watch a n-gga vanish
poof, now he gonе, now that boy in a casket
[verse 3: premegotracks]
catch a loc, and on bro, he get chased
catch a munna, get shot in his face
talked on bro, he got put in his place
smoking h-lla eric, got that sh-t from a
catch an oy, get put on a tv
on that block, tryna catch me a pd
smoking mavy, mix it with the eazy
see an opp, i might shoot through the cleezly

[verse 4: jb savage, mdot ebk, premegotracks]
spin through the hill, all my demons go savage
shoutout my ooter, he scored him a basket
we be bugging, shooting at the mavericks
bullets, they him, f-cking up his fashion
told [?] backing out the heater
spanish lil mami toting on the nina
give him three stripes, looking like adidas
took her to the spot, lil b-tch an eater
i don’t pop 30s, feeling like i’m curry
give him number 30, hitting him from close
put him in a jersey, tell em don’t worry
mud got me leaning, vision looking blurry
it’s jb sleeze, yeah, i’m going on that trip
ask about me, b-tch, i love catching hits
300k, 5th to the sev to my d-ck
talking on drillys, y’all never do sh-t
preme, mdot, go kuu with the stick
and we spin through the s, tryna catch us some rips
smoking eric, mix with the ue
can’t forget smelly got put on a tv
and i dare a dumb b-tch try and line me
i don’t really care about catching a dv
smelly (that n-gga the block)
you know that’s the block
preme be bugging, tryna make it hot
like 30s or better, put him in a box
call me up a thot, she gon get the drop (thottie)
we gon spin the block, hit him in his top (shotty)
running from the cops, back to the block
pour me up some wock, call another thot (baow, baow)
[outro]
baow
it’s that premegotracks n-gga
mdotty here, you know what the f-ck going on
whoopty
drilly
boom, boom, boom
boom, boom, boom

- jb savage

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