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letra de jlo - rtb mb

jlo lyrics
[intro]
(j, this sh-t too crazy)
rtb, n-gga, yeah

[chorus]
girly from the crib let me hit it when i say so (yeah)
shooters right behind me, they gon’ up it if i say, “go” (man, go)
hit the bank for thirty, told my n-gga just to lay low (yeah)
brodie poured the drank, put some purp up in the faygo (in the faygo)
i just got a mamacita, call her baby jlo
my n-ggas on the road stackin’ up just like it’s legos
k!llers on the block do whatever for that peso
gettin’ cheese from these ‘bows with the guap, talkin’ queso

[verse 1]
she just gave me dome, got me losin’ all my conscious
vv on my chain, add the s from my watches (add the s)
this lil’ geek got some bouncе, i’ma call this obi toppin
bro, why you flashin’ petty stacks on the snap? n-gga, stop it (stop it)
she thrеw a fit about some heels, told her go’n and cop it
once it’s up, then it’s up, n-gga, we ain’t never stoppin’ (nah)
i can’t let you come around ak unless you shoppin’ (yeah)
chopper get to dancin’, chris brown on and pop ’em

[interlude]
yeah, alright, okay
d-mn, i’ll let that b-tch breathe a lil’ bit, yeah
[verse 2]
rillo got a traphouse (huh?)
in the crib gettin’ pape’, feelin’ like jerry, this a stackhouse (yeah)
b-tch, you know the rules, once you in it, you can’t back out (hmm?)
i just got a— i just got your b-tch up off a ten and made her tap out (yeah)
pullin’ different foreigns out the lot, it’s a blackout (huh?)
rest in peace my auntie, she was fiendin’ at that crackhouse (d-mn)
tried to tell her stop it, now i can’t get jeanie back now (miss you)
we can’t tolerate no disrespect, you gettin’ whacked now (yeah)
get me off the henny, f-ck around and pull your tracks out (huh?)
been a dough boy all my life, i’m finna cash out (yeah)
rtb, big squad, i’m boolin’ with the apes (boolin’)
chillin’ with big guys, we got the tool and the pape’ (yeah)
scooped his main chick, now i got her droolin’ in the wraith (okay)
don’t make me call that n-gga stew, he get to foolin’ with the drac’ (n-gga)

[chorus]
girly from the crib let me hit it when i say so
shooters right behind me, they gon’ up it if i say, “go”
hit the bank for thirty, told my n-gga just to lay low
brodie poured the drank, put some purp up in the faygo (yeah)
i just got a mamacita, call her baby jlo
my n-ggas on the road stackin’ up just like it’s legos (c’mon)
k!llers on the block do whatever for that peso (peso)
gettin’ cheese from these ‘bows with the guap, talkin’ queso (call her baby jlo)

- rtb mb

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