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jb bin laden - "motion" picture lyrics

[intro]
(triage)
(j milly, what up?)

[verse 1: jb bin laden]
she want a young turnt n+gga
she want the man, not the man in the middle
can’t trust these b+tches, my demand is stiffer
no bap in my rap, let me paint you a picture
see, i can go way back, b+tch, i been that n+gga
you catch me in public, see, i keep a bl!cker
you say you gon’ uh, b+tch, i beg to differ
yeah, when i’m alone, i’m still with them n+ggas
i lost a lot of n+ggas to the trenches
l’a capone face up in a pendant
we can get it on, know my clip extended
we can’t get along, this sh+t never ending
[verse 2: ceo trayle]
i’m just worried ’bout the score whеn i look at it
it was 5:54 when we did this sh+t
saw the caskеt, we closed it and finished it
she won’t drop me no more los, know i’m k!llin’ sh+t
he disguised as a snake, he was slitherin’
what the f+ck? boy, what’s up? why you fidgeting?
might go back to that b+tch that i hit again
if we make it out this sh+t, we can live again
pop a percocet, slow the adrenaline
if you told and you know, you ain’t gettin’ in
couldn’t hang with them n+ggas, wasn’t fittin’ in
smoke a strain, this another stain ’til we get them m&ms, 4

[verse 3: jb bin laden]
i’m fresh as f+ck when i’m comin’ through
n+ggas hate and switch up, what i did to you?
d+mn, i hate that sh+t really is f+ckin’ fu’
[?] told me, “don’t let that sh+t get to you”
i was gone, but i’m back, now i’m feelin’ it
[?] was just poor, i remember it
now i got my own house with a safe in it
ben frank, he attendant, he runnin’ it
he done took off to sp+ce and he chillin’ now
bankroll big, mike amiri, they fittin’ now
n+ggas’ pockets ain’t got sh+t but linen now
i was really [?] loads, i’m the middleman
now i’m up, sh+t stuck, sh+t different
move militant, belligerent
it’s only us, ain’t many friends
it’s locked in, no gettin’ in
this ruger right here, it’s an f&n
keep a shooter right here when i’m steppin’ in
i’ll shoot you myself, what the f+ck you sayin’?
n+gga, who ain’t like what? stop f+ckin’ playin’
whole gang lit, it ain’t just one man
baccarat, bond no. 9 i’m sprayin’
cross t’s, dot i’s, i’m a grown+ass man
can’t f+ck with me, that’s all i’m sayin’
[outro]
on foenem

- jb bin laden lyrics

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