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concrete boys - mo jams lyrics

[intro]
(play another slow jam, this time make it sweet)
yeah (a slow jam)
this a mo jam (for my baby, and for me)
[?]
call this motherf+cker a mo jam, you hear me?

[verse 1: dc2trill]
uh huh
red dirt baby, i can’t go back to broke
this drank old, same age as the pope
open my eyes, and i’m pulling it close
walk in the store, and i look for a liter
granny just called, told her i’m going on tour
keep me in your prayers while i turn up these people (turn up these people)
this b+tch thick like tuna helper
my pop looks like edris elba
2t my duty, i met her in louis
she come through, and took me, don’t go to the movies (huhh)
crack in the ceiling, i don’t need no bargain
this codeine so raw, you can serve it with sushi (codeine so raw)
i’m in dc for 12 hours, but its a [?] so i pass it to [?]
in a big body with 12 lighters, 3 pints, 6 coochies (d+mn)
word to the boss, its time, baby
that n+gga broke, out of line, baby
i got money like your pastor, shawty
spend this sh+t all the time, baby
she trifling as f+ck, but she look like a keeper (look like a keeper)
put it on god, we ain’t believe in you either (no)
it’s my meet and greet, but it’s quite nice to meet you
you petty as h+ll tryna keep it equal
[verse 2: lil yachty]
well
coming from dirt, all i could afford to do was dream
never would i think i’d grow as a man
spending 500k cash on codeine (yup)
never could i imagine switching my team (nope)
never did give in and buy me some tris
’23 maybach, same year as my b+tch
brown inside with the rims, deep dish
she pretty, i kiss, my life is a bliss
send her home quick, a bullet i miss
she think it’s my loss, i let her just think it
[?] got 10 liquor bottles a show
she for the hoes, the crete never drink it (yup)
blowin’ up my phone, i can’t ever link it (nope)
jeweler put all of these stones and rocks on a boat (shh, shh)
flooding, it’s water on water, but he’ll never sink it (shh, shh)
your chain is a trinket (it’s us)
got 10 different whips like a red state local
popping a x, f+cking a buggaboo
hunnid my face, behind clear bifocals (d+mn)
don’t be offended asking my fee
when i finally respond and i give you the total (yeah)
all who inspires me most became [?] (shh)
just me and boy with some hoes up in soto (yeah)
[?]
anywhere, everywhere, just like a dojo
i don’t take pics with my shirt off, i am not boris kodjoe (yeah)
i take a thot and i turn out bicoastal (yeah)
if i’m not home, send the pints through the postal (shh)
baby, what you do? not know when i hurt you
do something yourself when around the business, it don’t concern you
[verse 3: draft day]
look
well, sh+t, its my turn too
we gave you swag, so remember who taught you
first round, i’m off a four and a walkthrough
you keep the liquor, she easy to talk to
know that she choosing on me, cannot fault you
took that sh+t back to the spot, then i hit it
played some slow jams so we rocked out to twista
i like you both so just come with your sister
i’m ready to blitz ’em, it’s lit like a missile
karats, not crystals, i ride with my pistol
it’s us ’til the end
want me to trip, my dog ready to spin
eight hoes stuffed in the truck
in the rat, we was gone in the wind
they ready to sin
i prayed for this life, so i gotta go in
now is my time, but i been already ready
what’s on your mind? sh+t, nothing but fetti
ready to pop out, and stunt like confetti
i’m on they head, finna cut it, k!ll bill
upping my rank, i’m the king of the hill
i’m so ‘crete, baby, its me 2trill
n+ggas be fake, they allergic to real
i’m stepping, shaquille
i know how to play
you know them two words, so go on and say it
slow that sh+t down, baby, i’m tryna hear it
us, man
yuh
[chorus]
(play another slow jam, this time make it sweet)
(a slow jam, for my baby and for me)

[verse 4: karrahbooo]
crete
all of my riches, i made for my momma (go)
i used to window shop at rag+o+rama (go, go)
used to wait tables, now they wait for me (us)
forty+five thousand, i fixed up my t++th (us)
i used to look at rich folks on tv (d+mn)
dreaming that could be me, now i’m well on my way
just didn’t think it’d be as fast as a day(okay)
overnight shawty, my bestie don’t play (let’s go)
black as the tv turned off i can say
n+gga, negro, or whatever, don’t bother me (go, go)
you could be rich, if you win in psychology
my b+tches don’t judge n+ggas astrology
young b+tch, i’m here to boost up the economy
i won’t ride in the back of ducati’s
but i’ll ride passenger of a bugatti
i’ll go abu dhabi, being rich is my hobby
we packed out the lobby (d+mn)
i’m concrete’s finest, i’m ‘crete ’til the death (go)
folks asking me if i’m black, dumb b+tch, i’m the same as the rest (okay)
sure, all these birds can stay at the nest
i’m in a hurry, i gotta get rest
b+tch, i been up for three days, no sleep (us)
geeking off e, got a bl!ck in the seat
it’s gon’ sing like woman married to jay+z (go, go)
three o’s in the booo, don’t you ever forget it (d+mn)
i used to ride around town in a civic (d+mn)
gotta leave out the old n+ggas that hit it (us)
i’m a rich b+tch, so i delete the pass (okay)
in the backseat, mixing grabba with gas
ms. not+the+two, going bad on they ass (yeah)
i don’t have class, i’m ready to spazz (not the two)

[chorus:]
(play another slow jam, this time make it sweet)
(a slow jam, for my baby and for me)

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