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letra de flame em - jo bandz

[intro: jo bandz]
aye 2 300 beats going crazy
gang
gang gang gang
glah, glah glah
gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

[verse 1: jo bandz]
kay with me he totin’ the strap
if he throw up the gz he get shot in his back like
f-ck that we ain’t speaking the opps like
f-ck that n-gga every opp gonna get shot like
f-ck that we ain’t cl!cking enough like
f-ck that n-gga we gonna cl!ck ’til its done like
f-ck that we gon’ aim for his body
smoking on matt mix it with the lotti
run up on jayo ima catch a body
we spin through the g, we eat like its a hobby
two man deep n-gga please, who really want it?
we run to the ts like gz, we really flocking
kay flock gon’ flock for me now he’s a goner
don’t makе me call dougie b he gon’ hawk ‘еm
pull up and send seventeen if he bunny hoppin’
my brothers gon’ ride for me, ain’t no talking
opp treesh giving out her mouth like an extortion
you run through the block, then kay gon’ have to off him like
[verse 2: kay flock]
feeling last time, like what did y’all did to me?
got a .40 with some new artillery
aim to his back take him right out his misery
she like, “kay flock i love you, you kidding me?”
no lil’ baba lil’ b-tch you ain’t tricking me
spin through my block you ain’t missing me
s double m and the reys where the trendys be
and for jb i’m letting that semi squeeze
free lil’ nazzy got booked with the lemon squeeze
can’t forgot jo watts he sent seventeen
n-ggas on media, but they ain’t bending me
ask how many shot that they sent to me
on parole with a chop like i ain’t got felonies
and lil’ paco around? what y’all telling me?
you not my amigo lil’ n-gga a enemy (lil’ mexi a b-tch)

[verse 3: set da trend]
catch your sister, put d-ck where her belly be
i hope that y’all n-ggas don’t think y’all ahead of me
spin through the land, send seven shots, in the coffin
spin through the 8 smoking matthew that’s runtz
[?] my brother, for him ima bust
free naz loc, put a drilly in the trunk
catch me a drilly, leave him like blizzy
spinnin’ so much, i’m starting to get dizzy
two guns up, what the f-ck is a blixky?
henny for lenny, i’m getting tipsy
talking on blay we send shots at your kidney
he said that he want n-gga come and get me
yea i’m outside, totin’ the nine
i catch a opp hollows rip through his spine
i get caught on a drill then i’m doing the time
can’t f-ck with no 4s
slide to the 8 we don’t show no remorse
ej he got it, you know he gon’ toss
b-tch i’m yb know i’m kicking in doors
i’m on the 6 smoking dope on the porch
heard they mans got kilt, they took a loss
nazzy keep shooting, come on up out the floor
we like copping dior, up in every store
i gotta get i just took a loss
for jb i’m balling on the court
talk on my brother you gon’ meet the lord
me and naz two deep on the revel
two glocks they don’t got no safety
me and nazzy like curry and kd
when we slide through they block they don’t play d
two three shots i feel like a baby
[verse 4: kay flock & set da trend]
keep a knocker walking with my lady
i be lurking, dare a n-gga play me
b-tch i’m book with the 80 now i’m totin’ stacy
spinnin’ perry i ain’t talking katy
spinn through [?]

- jo bandz

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