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jb bin laden - let's go lyrics

[hook]
finessing that work, before i leave this earth
otf first, till i lay in dirt
double my worth, 100 my worth, n-gga let’s work
ridin’ with a motherf-cker pole
ay b to the motherf-cker o’s, f-ck n-gga let’s go
red dot n-gga o’s, he reap what he sow
my squad on go, i’m tryna expose, that’s chase that’s o’s
let’s motherf-cking go, my n-ggas on go
n-gga know that, body bag if he owe that

[verse 1: jb bin laden]
i heard he got rolls, got pounds on the low
time for a kick door, whole team they’ll go
these n-ggas is hoes, like a striper we grip poles
drop a 6, hit a slow, now i sip and i smoke
a lot of dead folks, spent your rent on my clothes
i be right by that store, seven-one, seven-oh
catch an opp and we blow
four fifth what i tote, turn n-ggas to a ghost
get fixed if you broke, this b-tch gon’ be slow
sucking d-ck for the folks, sellin’ hit on my door
it don’t go like that, you gotta f-ck and go
i’m a young n-gga, it ain’t nothing n-gga
i’m chasin funds n-gga, i’ma get to the dough
i’ma flip and get more, then i’ma get more
i be flexing hard, i’ll pull ya card, say you juggin’ hard (ha)
well, b-tch don’t get poked
let a opp try to slide through thinkin it was dead, pow pow pow pow four-fifth at his door
get hit with this [?], still living? iight lil bro go head and empty some more
it’s murder she wrote, some do it for money, some do it for hoes
i don’t do it for none, b-tch i do it for bro
few get exposed, smoking on loud, i can’t hear you lil folks
you smoke midget lil folks, i get digits [?]
all my n-ggas grind, we gon [?]
[?] since a kid bout dough, take a n-gga down if a n-gga got o’s

[hook]

[verse 2: fastlane fid]
all i know get it, ain’t nothin given, to they outta prison
my glock on the premise, squad lookin grimace
work in the kitchen, lets work on the pigeons
strap wit a motherf-ckin sp-ce gun, till 12 and that motherf-ckin day come
yelling out squad, and [?]
one fear, that’s law
my pockets are large
if that grow on tree, if not ima fraud
i boss, i [?] sh-t, real n-ggas i brought wit
i mean who i came wit my brother, my keeper
he know its the same sh-t, so everybody opps if they not who i came wit
fastlane on same sh-t, band up, lil homies on gang sh-t
shine up my shades black, but i still come through and paint sh-t
they know me, on a off day still ain’t a b-tch, i can’t [?]
might f-ck around go hang a n-gga on the strength of who a n-gga hang wit
my side b-tch your main b-tch, then appetize your main dish
in the trap house with the slabs out, my day shift your main b-tch
like f-ck n-gga, f-ck where you came, if a opp block you came wit
finessin, i’m pressin the pain switch

[jb bin laden]
i’m a young n-gga, it ain’t nothing n-gga
i’m chasin funds n-gga, i’ma get to the dough
i’ma flip and get more, then i’ma get more
i be flexing hard, i’ll pull ya card, say you juggin’ hard (ha)

[fastlane fid]
band up, lil homies on gang sh-t
shine up my shades black, but i still come through and paint sh-t

[hook]

- jb bin laden lyrics

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