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bbg baby joe - outro كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
see the sounds
b-tch
ha, gang

[chorus]
joe just got home, you know what’s up with us
they say pressure bust pipes, we bust a lot of guts
and i be out my mind, no, i don’t give a f-ck
p-ss down his block, i’m not the one
b-tch, i’m quick to bust

[verse 1]
i be that little red n-gg-, call me baby joe
been full of pits and flash off but i’ll crash though
the difference between me and your n-gg-, b-tch, i live that
i catch him stoppin’ by that ho and push his wig back
dirty sticks that hang out the bottom of glocks
ain’t got no love for no n-gg-, we punish opps
i show my teeth when i throw my fours at the cops
put bread on your head, them shooters, they gonna pop
go all in, go all ten, f-ck her, she get blocked
she ate my d-ck, don’t eat no p-ssy, i laugh in the bag
i got my strap under the pillow where i break her back
sh-t, finger f-ck the glock and make her brother fall back

[chorus]
joe just got home, you know what’s up with us
they say pressure bust pipes, we bust a lot of guts
and i be out my mind, no, i don’t give a f-ck
hang out the windows, blockin’ on, quick to bust

[verse 2]
and if he play some games, sh-t, we gonna beat him up
sh-t, red call, all of y’all, drive and he gon’ duck
we got the hammer ridin’ with us, the .3, keep it tucked
so your little homeboy jumpin’, they gon’ eat the dust
get full of jocing, we pick him off in a pickup truck
we bang .30 on my end, i tell them free lecrae
bullets set off, n-gg-s got hit, now ken on the case
now all your n-gg-s pointin’ fingers, call you b-tches frauds
now if you boxin’, he goin’ to jump, man, free my f-ckin’ dog
sh-t, catch you b-tches one by one behind that f-ckin’ wall
ain’t got no heart, them b-tches p-ssy, step on all of y’all
the bean fall off the bottom once you see the glock
don’t like no .50s, i like .30s, i just copped me two
you’re very smart, that six to four and they all go through you
and six said i’m at three lackin’, so what you tryna do?
the .3 time in the ruger, what’s the f-ckin’ mood?
we gon’ to hold up, back street, pressure with the glock
tell lou to play it smart, hop out and you k!ll the block
tell lou to play it smart, hop out and you k!ll the block
tell lou to play it smart, hop out and you k!ll the block

- bbg baby joe

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