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baby jamo - two cars deep / kp diss* lyrics

[intro]
my adlibs gotta be aye
hey tall wall, i can’t believe this sh+t
hey threat hey glock hey hank hey mook
we going two cars deep?
hey [?] hey hand me that k or that pistol bro
i ride with that pistol
man i rob with that k, let’s go
hey tall wall

[verse]
they ain’t never slide with no k, or no motherf+cking pistol
get you through a b+tch i’ma send lil’ shhh [?] to get right with you
he havin’ lil’ _ he ain’t blowing his pistol
he get off lil’ tay he better not catch you
soon as he kiss her the way she be eating this d+ck that mean he blowing my [?]
she usе a lil’ pen for a hundred lil’ bands
and i’m deep in the streets i could run up thеm bands
he was selling his soul and he was selling his ass
said my name in a song and i’m in something fast
i’m selling that [?] i could back to [?]
might sign to ovo with that drac’ in my hand
heard a n+gga talking ’bout lil’ tall can’t go band+for+band
thinking lil’ wall pockets easter bunny amiri my pants
n+gga i wish i would wear amiri with dior with no cash
lil’ [?] cartier this sh+t jhi bussin or a 36 rollie that sh+t ain’t nothing
n+gga need to find a [?] he chris tucker
better stay on twitter i’ma keep drinking don
do a show in the city we come drop a bomb
yeah i tried to give him a pass it’s roger beats that sh+t on the arm
roger can’t even stop this sh+t should’ve got with tall and jake like state farm
f+cking with cuz i ain’t f+cking with dude he been washed up this ain’t nothing new
n+ggas know ’bout tall work [?] i’m deep in the streets
n+gga you hang up the 8th? n+gga you hang up the t? them n+ggas they sweet
got barred from [?] can’t go on that street
and i’m f+cking with dog he dragging his feet
i could go up the k and ain’t nothing happen to me
face card good i don’t like to be on youtube i’m tryna keep it the street
tryna keep it discreet ’cause that sh+t ain’t law
you get in that jam i know you gon’ talk
you gon’ tell up n+ggas everything you saw
you a telling+ass n+gga we ain’t talking ’bout saw
i be cracking these b+tches i was over the jail [?]
glock 23c n+gga i just swapped for a glock 27 i’m a motherf+cking dog
you could ask [?] we dog her
we kick in his door [?]
i could’ve been that wild n+gga but [?]
you signed your deal i’m a little bit risky
you signed for a hundred they offered a ticket
i’ma just be patient i know i’ma get it
uh, aye threat let’s go, we ’bout to f+ck up their block
when we get on their block and we sitting on shhh we sending them shots and his ass chop+chop
yeah that’s what his ass get for thought i was a rapper wasn’t in them cars
working this drac’ going left to right i’m twisting and turning going “bah, bah”
n+ggas ain’t [?] they ain’t sneak up on me and i get out that car and i get on one knee and i bang
n+gga i’ma full blown creep
when i’m stepping [?] louis my sneaks
they say that i feel like a don drinking that don crack us a opp that’s on me
two drac’s two blatts and i’m riding with feet
came out the feds and yeah we elite
[outro]
let’s go, hey
man, n+gga i’m tall reap’, they ain’t f+cking with me
let’s go
man, keep selling your cheeks
[?]

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