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letra de juice - sob x rbe

[intro]
from parts unknown
rbe sob that’s the gang b-tch

[chorus: daboii]
aye, and i need all pros
and i’ma sip on this mud ’cause my dog gone
tucked off on these n-ggas like i’m waldo
and b-tch we gone stay wit’ the juice ’til it’s all gone

[verse 1: daboii]
ruthless
yeah b-tch, yeah i’m ruthless
and n-ggas talkin’ crazy on the net, but don’t do sh-t
bro got the strap, wrong move he’ll shoot ya
big glock, make that b-tch spit like it’s droolin’
n-ggas totin’ poles, so they opps and they don’t blast
if we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon’ crash
test me like he dumb, bet he don’t p-ss
have him lookin’ stupid, like he enterin’ the wrong cl-ss
tried a 9 to 5, said, “f-ck it” on the block wit’ it
30 on them glocks, we don’t really do the stocks wit’ it
try and take my b-tch, three strikes you will not hit it
p-ssin’ all my hoes to the gang, i am not simpin’
sob rbe b-tch we fuller
we strapped wit’ the heat, on the block we be coolin’
we hoop wit’ them straps, wit’ them glocks we be shootin’
and i can’t cuff a ho, ’cause these hoes i be using

[chorus: daboii]
aye, and i need all pros
and i’ma sip on this mud ’cause my dog gone
tucked off on these n-ggas like i’m waldo
and b-tch i’ma stay wit’ the juice ’til it’s all gone

aye, and i need all pros
and i’ma sip on this mud ’cause my dog gone
tucked off on these n-ggas like i’m waldo
and b-tch i’ma stay wit’ the juice ’til it’s all gone

[verse 2: daboii]
ho n-ggas, i cannot f-ck wit’ ho n-ggas
callin’ up my shooter, if you rockin’ you can go wit’ ’em
strictly only brothers, if you not i don’t know n-ggas
heard n-ggas plottin’, give a f-ck got them poles wit’ us
masked up, mike no myers
we got big chops and they sing, no choir
sob b-tch, we the sh-t no diaper
had ’em runnin’ four flats, like four popped tires
n-ggas pickin’ sides, if you switch n-gga stay there
i’m drake wit’ the glock, when i shoot n-gga take care
big rounds in that chop, this b-tch break bears
my n-ggas really ridin’, we don’t really do the fake here
n-ggas sendin’ threats, lil’ n-gga where you hangin’ at?
sob b-tch, me and all my n-ggas bangin’ that
my n-ggas all a hundred, we don’t really do the change wit’ that
they plottin’ in the party, we ain’t trippin’ ’cause we came wit’ straps
i-i stay wit’ the juice, b-tch i stay wit’ some blues
if a n-gga jump dumb, put his face on the news
if the b-tch wanna f-ck, then my gang comin’ too
like a one word response, we got k’s wit’ us too

[chorus: daboii]
aye, and i need all pros
and i’ma sip on this mud ’cause my dog gone
tucked off on these n-ggas like i’m waldo
and b-tch we gone stay wit’ the juice ’til it’s all gone

- sob x rbe

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