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baby jamo – life / i could tell* lyrics

[intro: baby jamo]
[?]
hey my shoes laced [?] shoes
hey tall wall, hey, and i got the best shoes
i ain’t got no js though i’m rocking, b+tch i’m rocking, oh i’m rocking gucci
[?] (this is petro gang)

[chorus: baby jamo]
this is the life of a stepper, n+gga i could tell you a story i could tell you a poem
n+gga i could sit on your house, n+gga i could come on your block and my
you ain’t spin the yo so high we into it
getting into it with fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherf+cking storm
n+gga i done ran up my racks, n+gga i’m busting 12 i’m motherf+cking blowing
if the lights hit red i’m still on go
if you run that light you got make sure she ain’t no f+cking ho
she up in chanel my name ring bells
d.c. ain’t no bond we ain’t got no bail
n+gga she think that i’m sweet, n+gga i’m playing it p i’m paying for her nails

[verse 1: baby jamo]
might get her some [?] we hitting [?]
and i’m knocking her off i knocked off her [?]
n+gga i’m a motherf+cking bully, n+gga i’m a [?] she f+cking on poodles
[?] she ugly as sh+t
that n+gga still going and trying give her uh
that n+gga still going and trying give her d+ck and them n+ggas still going they [?]
i ain’t [?] yeah they [?]
might f+ck her in cali [?]
stuff that [?] n+gga he ain’t tryna die he keep getting tagged
n+gga we leaving these n+ggas, just like biggs, n+gga we leaving ’em sad
let me get a q+tip clear my ears, who going band for band?
[chorus: baby jamo]
this is the life of a stepper, n+gga i could tell you a story i could tell you a poem
n+gga i could sit on your house, n+gga i could come on your block and my
you ain’t spin the yo so high we into it
getting into it with fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherf+cking storm
n+gga i done ran up my racks, n+gga i’m busting 12 i’m motherf+cking blowing
if the lights hit red i’m still on go
if you run that light you got make sure she ain’t no f+cking ho
she up in chanel my name ring bells
d.c. ain’t no bond we ain’t got no bail
n+gga she think that i’m sweet, n+gga i’m playing it p i’m paying for her nails

[verse 2: moneyset twin]
she think that i’m sweet i’ma pay for her feet
i’ve been f+cking [?]
i’ve been dropping off bones when i’m back up the street
i’ve been popping [?]
i’m still hopping out cars making n+ggas retreat
we still hopping out cars man them n+ggas in trouble
we been dropping off bombs like we come out the huddle
spin the ‘dise off the early i’ma run through that [?]

[verse 3: yung threat]
yung threat the war vet’ n+gga, d+mn, uh, yeah, man
we still hopping out cars man them n+ggas in trouble [?]
i’m f+cking up [?] puzzle
we ’bout to spin [?]
…
[?] got hit in his leg
i’m smoking on brodie ’cause that n+gga dead
[?] i might go out [?]
[?] city [?]
[?] chest [?] aim for his head
[?]
my life like a movie [?] tubi
she heard that i rap now the b+tch wanna do me
[?] bringing that sh+t any block any day
give a f+ck where you from i’ll spin anywhere
i’m smoking on [?] his ass got chased
long live lil’ buddy got hit in his face
i’m a [?] n+ggas know how i do
i’m a real [?] make sh+t go poof
my [?] speaking on [?]
i’m popping my door i ain’t shooting out the roof (huncho)

- baby jamo lyrics

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