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jack bandit - cb4 (freestyle) lyrics

heh
n+ggas already know about that trench life sh+t, n+gga
ugh
i ain’t even got to say too much

i’m in the kitchen with beaters
the plug, i can’t let you meet him
i walk around town with these dead people
my pockets so sick from the dead people
i’m f+cking your b+tch now my bed squeaking
i’m so turnt on the boat n+gga every weekend
i put on that mask and just k!ll people
then i beat up the bag ’til my hand bleed
i watch for the cops and the robbers on every block n+gga the feds peeking
i’m watching my bank in the trenchеs, ain’t no telling, them boys will cut through, have your hair lеaking
tell them go for it, b+tch i’m cut throat, i tell him go for it
i go for the gun store, no cb4
wooh
i’m standing all over the green like a golf
uh
check out my foreign
on my way to serve that boy a 3.5 early in the morning
b+tch wanna f+ck, but she gotta be three top, b+tch it’s forward
i go to hard in the concrete n+gga i’m born
10 toes, standing in the trenches, trying to get it in, trying to get it going
good gas, i keep the grass, mow that b+tch down like a lawn
i walk around town in the trenches
big pickle on me, it’s showing
i might take a flight to cali with your sister
the plug gone f+ck, which if you know him

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