bbg baby joe - premeditated lyrics
[intro]
b-tch give me my glock
give me my 30
go give me that
go give me, go give me that glock
[chorus]
i know you want it‚ bro don’t act like you ain’t on it
he got beef then what you tryna go do (sh-t we could [?] ’em too)
you know you hungry bro don’t act like you ain’t [?] i got my 30‚ what you tryna go do (sh-t you could strap up too)
sh-t you my twin‚ and we go in, it ain’t no friends, so if they playin’‚ we get zipped up too (sh-t they get [?] too)
f-ck with the plug, we show him love [?] we got the in, we gon’ get you too (b-tch we gon’ k!ll you too)
[verse 1]
we money hungry got a mission for them bands i know my soldiers they go all in too (i know kid gon’ shoot)
i got a ruger with me 50 he gon’ shoot it with me‚ playin’ we could get him too (i [?] holler at you)
he hit the club, he full of drugs, he in and out, i heard the plug ‘posed to meet him here too (say 3, get him too)
i heard his girl she doing hair and selling nails and selling drugs out the same d-mn spot (say [?] grab that thot)
i heard that [?] go to woot-de-woot school, just pick him up and tell him ride witchu’ (lil dee this sh-t gon’ go through)
we clip ’em all at the end, you steady playin’, sittin’ around, 12 gon’ get you (man k!ll ’em all, my dudes)
[chorus]
i know you want it, bro don’t act like you ain’t on it
he got beef then what you tryna go do (sh-t we could [?] ’em too)
you know you hungry bro don’t act like you ain’t [?] i got my 30, what you tryna go do (sh-t you could strap up too)
sh-t you my twin, and we go in, it ain’t no friends, so if they playin’, we get zipped up too (sh-t they get [?] too)
f-ck with the plug, we show him love [?] we got the in, we gon’ get you too (b-tch we gon’ k!ll you too)
[verse 2]
our second victim, he be trippin’, he be full of h
sh-t in and out the hood, on hollywood, he catching plays
we sent the [?] at him, redrum she played him good
sh-t 10 racks to get him smacked to show me where you live
i heard his brother be loaded he ducking off them pills
word got ’round that flippa say he stay in sherwood
now he got pounds in the house, i heard he living good
now put a p-ssy on his sh-t and show him that it’s real
i want the bands, sh-t where the smoke, my brother want you dead
sh-t you move wrong and imma put two of ’em in your head
i want the bands, sh-t where the smoke, my brother want you dead
sh-t you move wrong and imma put two of ’em in your head
[chorus]
i know you want it, bro don’t act like you ain’t on it
he got beef then what you tryna go do (sh-t we could [?] ’em too)
you know you hungry bro don’t act like you ain’t [?] i got my 30, what you tryna go do (sh-t you could strap up too)
sh-t you my twin, and we go in, it ain’t no friends, so if they playin’, we get zipped up too (sh-t they get [?] too)
f-ck with the plug, we show him love [?] we got the in, we gon’ get you too (b-tch we gon’ k!ll you too)
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