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jb bin laden x filly – go كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: jb bin laden]
call g_spoon, where you at, roll up
this act’, got a n_gga feelin’ so stuck
you can catch me on the drive with the pole tucked
that’s that savage sh_t, we don’t give no f_ck
hitting stains like gain, beam on the glock
so you know i got aims, for them dumb thots
i finesse for the brain, i just want top
cash out, get the chain, b_tch i’m sacked out
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blowing loud, so loud on replay
i don’t really give a f_ck what he say
or she say, b_tch
big gun make him run, like relay
we be posted on the drive everyday
got sevens, got eights, got nines
tony hawk, b_tch i’mma grind
n_ggas fake, they a waste of my time
get the bands, i’mma ball, i’mma shine
a b_tch can’t get nothing of mine
your b_tch ain’t got nothing on mine
kick door, no mask, where the cash at?
everything, everything, gotta have that
everything, everything, lemme grab that
n_ggas broke man, they ain’t never had jack
don’t make me put some sh_lls where your hat at
no time for talk, i’mma grab that
shorty bad, where your mom, where your dad at?
she got some nice lil’ hips, and a fat ass
if you looking for the kid, i’m in the hood
finna roll a trey five in a wood
n_ggas say they gone do me, but they could
if they would, but they won’t
lotta n_ggas pump fake, i don’t
slide on me man, this ain’t what you want
four of act’, finna sip, til’ it’s gone
this doink hercules, it’s strong
i do all my dirt on my own
if he ain’t squad, he can get his ass gone
i do all my dirt on my own
if he ain’t squad, he can get his ass gone
[chorus: filly400]
what i’m on today? the same old thing
probably post, probably smoke, i don’t know
might pop, might pour me a four
get guap, that’s all i know, boy stop
them guns for show, my boys let guns unload
they know, f_ck 12 f_ck roads
no smoke ’cause n_ggas hoes

[verse 2: filly400]
why the opp call 12, on that hoe sh_t?
how you know 400, you don’t know slip?
playing games get drilled, on that go sh_t
hollow tips hit his chest on the moe sh_t
king drive, 4 corners, on that folk sh_t
with the dope, cause i don’t, do that broke sh_t
big bang, money long, need to holst’ it
stack money, don’t stack that bos sh_t
stacking the bos, get you a coffin
i ain’t lacking at all, cause you ain’t on sh_t
you ain’t really involved, you just talking
my block, proceed with caution
one false move, and he a dead man
if not, then sh_t bags and bedpans
he fu’, he’ll lie on dead mans
johnny done turned his hat to a hairband
tell pop come slide with that red fan
two 40’s like i’m drinking in public
see the n_gga, leave him stinking in public
heat a n_gga like a mink in the summer
no face, no case, so we all straight
no sh_lls can retrace, with the trey eight
he a rake, so they fake, and they all jakes
75th ain’t safe, i see red tape
catch him throwing rakes, it’s gone crack like boa
grab that mac and heat his face, then hop in traffic, relocate
hit the lake and dump the eight cause all these guns is throwaways
my loud so loud, my savage turnt, long live la, squad

- jb bin laden x filly

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