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j.b2 - no hook lyrics

verse 1: j.b2

kwaasi-si!

peng ting come like ellie or becky l!ckin’ african dots
or, l!ck a pg top

(you know)

peng ting come like ellie or becky l!ck an african dot
or, l!ck a pg top

two when one try, the ting come foreign
she got two from the o
baby chat about splash!
she feelin’ loose and famous as she was an older girl
onto yg’s, cuddle olders, did even stick
jb got a rapid, bust mayo on a salad, sh-t, then, how could this happen?
like fix up fam
when bro-bro shh got grip on the nine, we step out, abuse his flow
women in blue, how can fish jump out and chat bout dough?
couldn’t give a toss about girl like tommy when i’m on my grind
so don’t get cheeky, the p looks lavish
so girly call ugly, s-xy
pree yg’s ting on snap, they feel pressured to be actin’ bad
pree the future and tek your mask off, don’t force it, you’re sad
squares or bricks stay chillin’ at home, just stop it
don’t compare your mash to a driller
when you sees him, bro is bun
jb put facts on street
chattin’ to bro, discreet
pagans tryna get me vexed (i’m vexed)
everyone’s bad and brave till the man say wah for the yute
oi fam, wah for the yute
aunty, the sand ting ain’t playground no more, i’m a big boy now
there’s feds in the ends
three point five, eights alladat bar bruk down like charlie
augustus tryna finesse a piece while i was doin’ up -tician
and trim or no trim, she still jeeted me for the recognition

verse 2: chuks

it’s all peak right now, avenue 9 really can’t stop crashing
and they be doing auditions, the opps them really wan be actors
i can’t show no love, cause the gal there won’t stay patterned
she creased my dots and the louis bag, b on their face that’s a major factor
and i ain’t really no dancer, but i [?] bop in ends
bros in the whip, finna cop that benz
i’m tryna shave mans head like cancer
kdb -ssisted bro, and i p-ssed that skeng
i ain’t really gonna talk right now, the scoreboards peak, mandem left his friend (p-ssy)
they love talk pon net, silly opps can’t back their chat
i ain’t been touched by a pagan yet
and [?] still went a sent that text
and it’s got mans crossed
how you go and sit back on a loss
i might slide near the late time block
skeng in the ride tryna drench mans top

verse 3: jb.2

tryna body this girl, [?]
no delicate touch, my utility fl!ck
get rid of that girl like [?]
tryna pave my p, would’ve left your dada
throw up the a like wam
they tryna act but they still gonna fly like pigeon
on the big man ting, cop balenci-, now kelly tryna do ciarga
civilian tryna hop off the bench like maradona
lowe him, uh-uh, you don’t do them tings
i’m a ghana man
remy, haffi serve ratatouille, but he can’t get ahold of linguine
how you draw out feds, you ain’t a driller, [?]

outro: chuks

usain bolt when they run from man
i got p in vaults, i really wanna feed my fam
put a man in the air, pixie dust, peter pan
i gotta soak this don, things they talked, rise and tan
left my man with battle scars, put things and stuff in cars
broski’s in the p-ssenger
i’m marching with my dogs, like who’s ready for war?
got a b on her face, hides my fl!cky in her bra

9er’s, come on

- j b2 lyrics

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