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jb bin laden - no passes lyrics

[verse 1: hood tali, jb bin laden]
b+tch, my dreads hangin’
right now i’m in here with some n+ggas that be gang bangin’
n+gga that’s behind me, he get real stupid
he got that ball up on the court, he’s a real hooper
close range, from a distance he’s a real shooter
if we don’t know that car, we shootin’ up your uber
reason why them n+ggas dyin’, they dissin’ on computers
[?] up in this sh+t, he don’t know how to maneuver
ain’t no passes in this sh+t, you n+ggas movin’ fluky
and ain’t no passes in this sh+t, but they might prolly oop you
we get on yo’ ass, first 48, you done in two days
they didn’t bag, he caught a blitz, that came from two ways
pulled down my mask, hit the switch, then i go crazy
go check the news, fox 5, mommy lost her baby
all these pretty b+tches on my d+ck, can’t say i ain’t that n+gga
ain’t no p+ssy n+ggas in my clique, b+tch i hang with k!llers
(b+tch, i hang with k!llers, i hang with k!llers)

[verse 2: jb bin laden]
ain’t no b+tch n+ggas in my circle, i run with thugs
we be gang bangin’, throwing b’s up, b+tch i’m a blood
and my n+gga gruski, he’ll tweak, yeah his ass’ll bug
we’ll smoke a n+gga like some reef, tell them light it up
we got that lil’ lo from a hoe, we gon’ fire it up
kick a n+gga door, for that dope, we gon’ tie ’em up
leave a n+gga stretched in the snow, his lil’ time was up
this lil’ b+tch gon’ let me brack, ’cause i’m fly as f+ck
traffic in the trenches, in the ‘raq, gettin’ high as f+ck
four n+ggas and four bl!cks, black ‘cat, n+gga try your luck
we really them n+ggas, no bap, who can f+ck with us?
don’t you know these n+ggas gettin’ clapped, bein’ double stuffed
ay, who we’ll smoke, b+tch you rock the coat
let a n+gga hang hisself, give his ass the rope
goofy n+ggas, should’ve blamed yourself, cause he shouldn’t loaf
and we do this sh+t for the trenches, and we give them hope

- jb bin laden lyrics

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