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ehuncho & baby jamo - free tall lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, turn me up in the headphones, 6ix)
(go, ayy, let’s go) (huncho)
(this sh+t too easy like, doing the hook and then came back)
(ight, ight)
(ight) (this is petro gang)

[verse]
n+ggas say we cl!cking up, nah, yeah, these n+ggas tricked (you got it wrong, uh)
yeah, we losing men and taking n+ggas, n+gga we coming different
if your hood try to f+ck with us, they ain’t on nothing, we bag ’em for business
stacking up this paper, feel like rod wave, n+gga, i’m road to riches
i’m in something wop and i’m going to go jack him
n+gga look like he got diamonds stuck to his wrist, i’m screaming “i got him”
i’m beefing with some n+ggas, shop at last stop or they go in [?]
i’m catching them bags and i’m catching them flights and i’m getting it back, i feel like a pilot
i go up the wood, i’m [?], n+gga, i’m boot loving with [?]
you know how i’m coming, this murder for hire
i get out the car, i was bumping that drac’ and he fell on the floor and i watched him collapse
i’m spinning their rip ‘fore i get on the track
and i’m spinning up top and i’m doubling back
n+ggas know ’bout tall, i tie up these b22s up, sending them shots (hey tall wall)
glock 23c right on my hip and i spin with that drac’ and them n+ggas try and duck
give a f+ck with the hill, n+gga, we spinning that b+tch, we screaming out “f+ck”
get drunk with them b+tches, them bottles for free
2active he back and i’m screaming “free reapa”
one thing ’bout them opps, n+gga, they’re hot, they don’t wanna free sd
might smoke a capone, might drink a little don, but n+gga don’t get it twisted
n+gga, i don’t need no section 8 voucher to hop in that car a n+gga going fish
catch us a main one, his ass gon’ get it
you speaking on whites, you get put on a pendant
n+gga might hop in the trx or a scat, bris’ go motherf+cking infiniti
n+gga still got jail weight, n+gga, i get your b+tch, on bro, i’ma trash her (hey tall wall)
n+gga, i done f+cked up her wig, n+gga, my sheets came off, i knocked off her lashes
and free all of the members, they don’t f+ck with [?]
i don’t f+ck with them [?] i f+ck with [?] gun, n+gga, you gone keep it a hundred?
trying to catch me a bid, i still miss him
my gun go phew, i don’t f+ck with no semi
tell ’em “free lil’ rackz ’til he get back with it”
really threw a 60 ball on that motherf+cking [?]
should’ve jumped that fence and i’m mad i ain’t hit him
that 60 was rolling, that b+tch ain’t jam
and i’m working this b+tch as long as i got hands
pizzaface go in [?], or he hitting last stop when he need him some pants
when you trolling the men, you can’t go home
i could change my ways, my mind still gone (mind still gone)
n+ggas ain’t chihuahuas, n+gga, we don’t aim for no ankles, we aim for the dome (man, we aim for domes)
you can call me nick cannon, i’m working the stick when i spin
n+gga, i don’t do no attempts
try to lock in with 37th and them foxes, n+gga, you gotta go bend
[outro]
(hey, tall wall)
(hey)
ight

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