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jo bandz - flame em pt2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: jo bandz]
glo made that beat???
gang
grra
doa doa
gang
bands bands bands
grra
grra
gang gang gang
gang gang gang
[verse: jo bandz]
first thing first they can suck my d_ck
and it’s still _____ in the spliff
mentioning my dead that’s how you get hit
f_ck that sh_t n_gga, we gon’ switch up the whip
how y’all spinnin’ the sev? y’all ain’t never did sh_t
how y’all talking that sh_t, y’all never did sh_t, like
go and pick up a gun, like
mentioning jb that’s a ticket to death
smoking lotti, dummy don’t be next
n_ggas really soft, y’all really aquafresh
spinning through the sev and hollows hit ya neck
n_ggas ain’t a score that we ain’t upset
just ask the opps they treat us with respect
doa the motto please don’t forget
call up lil’ gotti, aiming for your chest
who the f_ck is keem he ain’t on sh_t
married to the tracks, n_gga never bent
lookin’ for me, n_gga on the bench
sugarhill what? y’all n_ggas really kids
shot in ya’ head, still ain’t never spin
still free nazzy loc’ out the pen
solid as a rock, punching n_ggas brims
we the real flock, glocks that extend
boy we don’t run, boy we don’t trip
that n_gga cap, was runnin’ fast, rick
i was fourteen catching real cases
lil notti with me, moving real anxious
trigger finger itchin’, n_gga we ain’t brainless
p_ssing me off, now im upset
ballin’ like diddy, n_gga i’m a vet
still live long jb on the set
sev block, doa, we up next
[?] slidin’ up with the tec
don’t spin in no v’s and get flipped
we the real opp, putting in pain
_shot by a dyk_, n_gga you a lame_
begging me for cash, n_gga it’s a shame
doa the gang, n_gga know my name
chillin’ with the opps you gonna get flamed
[verse 2: set da trend]
you got shot by a dyk_, n_gga you a lame
mali that’s my brother, for him i’ma flame
i ain’t with the dissin’, i just leave you missin’
get wrapped like a gift, n_gga this ain’t christmas
when i’m off the xannies, i be feeling different
me and kay on the hit, b_tch and we ain’t missing
me and jo back to back, we like mike and pippen
so long, ’cause jo look back, he still cl!cking
clip ain’t see through, but it’s a thirty
bro start buggin’, shootin like he curry
see the opps, i bet he show no mercy
woo got poked, they got up in his jersey

[verse 3: kay flock]
say we smoke all deads, we want all red, we gon’ die with that sh_t, like what?
on the bike, i throw all pegs, walk on both legs when i’m firin’ sh_t, like
ecg n_ggas know what i do
they know what time it is when i bend through, like
i done boomed at his old heads, that’s a code red
sha gz, i’m looking for you
stop ducking when i’m bending through
shoot broad day, that’s nothing new
spinnin’ through early, you got no excuse
n_gga be cappin’ on rap, what he d_do?

- jo bandz

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