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baby jamo - blow lyrics

[intro: baby jamo]
(tall slime on the beat) (maxo this beat going brazy)
(you know what it is n+gga)
uh, uh

[verse 1: baby jamo]
one thing you know about tall slime, no i don’t shoot out no window
i’m fishing the rip so the motherf+ckers get low
and i see my victim you know i’ma blow
uh, you n+ggas be d+ckriding right with the flow
you b+tches be d+ckriding tryna let me go
i’ll spin on that one+way and pour up a four
thugging with wardy we’ll take your lo’
act like something on the market
boy you can do better we ain’t selling no rocket
pushing up on him we going in them pockets
and if you move wrong, we knocking his sh+t out his socket
i’m chasing him down [?]
just showed a young n+gga he a good n+gga
got to stay out the way so i won’t be a victim
let him run up on me and watch how i trick him

[verse 2: jg wardy]
got a line on the cars what y’all [?]
when we slide we hopping out, we don’t shoot out windows
n+gga we got the trap jumping, n+gga don’t take no pictures
not to mention we in this motherf+cker with all these pistols
i got all these young n+ggas that’s gon’ shoot their pistols
but n+gga i be in them cars i like to work my pistol
b+tch i got all this clientele but lately i been robbing n+ggas
and my b+tch been on my ass said i don’t spend enough time with her
bae, bae i’m in the streets just caught a twenty piece
twenty p’s of gas got it off in a week
disrespect the gang he’ll be gone in a week
n+ggas they be hiding they don’t want no beef
[verse 3: jg riff]
hey, hey, f+ck that rollie got a brick on my wrist
let’s go spin it i get in and go
i’m ’bout to hit it i ain’t gon’ quit it
i’m ’bout to shoot it i ain’t ’bout to [?]
and we round the park we don’t f+ck with them n+ggas
don’t come after dark we gon’ punish you n+gga
i got a [?] n+gga
keep my city [?] n+gga
free [?] we was spinning the farms
i’m getting dollars i’m getting ’em gone
big riff n+gga big broom cigar
me and lil’ wardy ’bout to shoot the car
we tryna hit them n+ggas we don’t shoot at no broads
pull up on him he was shooting at the stars
rest in peace him we sent him to the stars
and i [?] re+up tomorrow

- baby jamo lyrics

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