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letra de james bond - obn dev

[intro: obn dev & thekgtrax]
(ayo kg k!ll these n-ggas)
gang
aye, gang, yeah
come on

[verse: obn dev]
i heard that lil diss in your song but it was all lies
don’t keep hyping that lil n-gga up because he gon’ die
hit all that tough talking on the gram but you ain’t gon’ slide
[?] through your whip i watch it ghost ride
i might pull up with a different hoe but they’re still both mine
just put a upgrade on my favorite glock it got a stock sign
never had a n-gga step on me you better stop lying
i never had a job but i got chicken like i’m popeyes
i find that you’ve been lying in your raps no we can’t do a song
just punched up 11 iphones i’m tryna get em gone
this 26 gon put him on his feet don’t matter if hе strong
you ratted on your n-ggas cause you thought that you was coming home
you putting on anothеr n-gga’s clothes you need to get your own
never been the type to [?] but put it in the songs
got big racks on me pockets looking like a graveyard
i’m a superstar outside my city i don’t play hard
broke without a card don’t got a house i know your day hard
them n-ggas hanging out the window shooting with an ar
i heard you got it in your songs but you ain’t make [?]
i’m finna go and buy a brand new tec [?] take mine
[verse: ysr gramz]
told my n-gga we can get rich it’s just gon take time
if i hit you with this 45 it’s gon’ blow your mind
you was not gon’ shoot sh-t you just like lebron
oh you hanging with a snitch you just like akon
pull up to your crib like i sell [?]
shot him 9 times in his back his name [?]
i had my glock on me at prom, b-tch, i’m james bond
you cannot finesse me while i do it at the same time
stand over that n-gga like ai
when i leave your b-tch crib i never say bye
all she wanted was some good weed and some hot fries
i heard about your n-gga you ain’t street you a nice guy
tryna get down on me, n-gga, nice try
he see me commit a crime shot him in his eye
it’s just something about them n-ggas them n-ggas gotta die
i will not cap in my raps i will not lie
i don’t care if i f-cked that b-tch the baby not mine
just cause you got a snotty nose you is not slime
you can tell he ain’t cut he gon’ drop a dime
b-tch you can’t tell me what to do you is not my mom

- obn dev

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