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ebk young joc - two one كلمات أغنية

[intro: ebk young joc]
ayy, free my thugs, though
(jules)
free sleaze, man, free all the sleaze
free the deadly, free the man
man, free all the thugs, man
we waitin’ on they touch_downs, man
nightingale, 2_1, hotboiiz

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
i got enough of all this rappin’ sh_t (hey, what the f_ck?)
oh, you don’t believe me? ask them n_ggas, we be clappin’ sh_t (hey, go and ask ’em)
said you on that block, we just slid through, where you at with it? (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i been throwin’ bullets in the field, ain’t talkin’ kaepernick (ah_ah_ah_ah)
tuh, hah, like, cuddy, go long (ayy, cuddy, go long)
ain’t got a pole? get it together, that’s a no_no (get it together)
don’t play with 9s, all of my gleezies comе in 4_0s (40s and up)
your mans a rat, i heard he workin’ with the po_po (hеy, what the f_ck?)

[verse 2: ebk paywes]
out in az gettin’ the shh for the low (for the low)
can’t discuss what we gettin’, just know they comin’ in, though (they comin’ in)
on the road for ten hours straight with this dumb ho (with this stupid b_tch)
she talkin’ too much, she don’t even know i’m finna leave this ho (she finna get left)
if you see me outside, just know i’m headed to some pros (i’m headed to them)
close that backdoor, you know we gotta watch them weirdos (we gotta watch ’em)
you talkin’ spicy on the phones, i hope you know they tappin’ those
say somethin’ sl!ck, i’ma throw you ten, then reload
[verse 3: young slo_be]
treat this b_tch like the ’90s, n_gga, i need my backend (i need that backend)
n_gga with an attitude, but i got this mac_10
ayy, ayy, talkin’ ’bout cliquin’ up, we is not friends (what the f_ck?)
lil’ b_tch beggin’ me for ones, don’t want no lap dance (on 2_1, n_gga)
it’s 2_1, n_gga (ayy), give me a high_five (ayy)
sike, i’ma beat your ass, now i’m popeye (boy, come here)
everything is not gucci, i am not clyde (ah)
oohwee, baby, break your back for a real n_gga (ayy, ayy)
can’t be real, n_gga, where your cleats? get in the field, n_gga (ayy)
n_ggas tryna rap beef with us, want a deal, n_gga?

[verse 4: ebk durkio]
ayy, ayy, bro just bought a crate, we got our bl!cks up (we got our what?)
i’m poppin’ out with baby jackie chan, i ain’t chris tuck’ (i ain’t tuck’, n_gga)
play it smooth, but i’m gon’ pull the move, i got bl!ck tucked (i pull a move on it)
who is dude? actin’ like we bool, we don’t cliqued up (we ain’t cool, n_gga)
like how the f_ck you claim you from the g, but you be tucked? (get in the streets, n_gga)
you the type to get behind that pole and go and freeze up (you gon’ freeze, n_gga)
this n_gga claimin’ he a real p, but he free f_ck (what the f_ck?)
team duck, her and her friend chose up, now it’s team us (team us)

[outro: young slo_be]
ayy, ayy

- ebk young joc

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