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jb bin laden x filly - shit remix lyrics

[verse 1: jb bin laden]
i can talk about the sack when i get it
i only talk about a stain when i hit it
i only rap about the field cause i’m in it
n+ggas ain’t in the field, they just witness
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas or b+tches
cause they be sneak dissing or snitching
flexed up, polo and the true religion
these n+ggas, they p+ssy, they dripping
on the block, see a opp, glock gripping
see the jakes on the block, i’m dipping
cause the weed and the rocks, we flipping
slow creep through the lot, we tipping
lemon squeeze on a jock, he limping
this me, how i rock, how i’m living
how a fly street n+gga like a pigeon?
i miss la, i wish he was out here with me
going crazy, off the lazy, making digits
we stayed off yops, toting, f+cking all these b+tches
and he ain’t out here with me so listen
any n+gga in the world, he could get it
call johnny and he coming with the eight
you got them dollars then we wonder, “where the safe?”
i’ll put a f+ck n+gga in his place
and i’m riding with my n+ggas, f+ck the jakes
you can catch me on the drive, by the sub’
or i’m trapping with the guys, pouring up
n+ggas looking crazy when we rolling up
but it ain’t sh+t, cause i got the totem tucked
i got a shawty, call it yoga, fold ’em up
and we ain’t really for none of the chit chat
steady screaming gdk cause i’m with that
designer everything on me, but it’s mismatched
‘sace shades, i can’t really see y’all
you broke boys, i wouldn’t wanna be y’all
thick b+tch booty round me ball
n+ggas hacking, they so foul, we ball
and i’mma ball, ’til i muhf+ckin’ fall
free folksnem locked inside the walls
f+ck a diss, cause it’s money overall
and i’mma get the sack, that’s regardless
better than a n+gga that’s working the hardest
i’ll bus off a n+gga like i’m autist
kush smoking and it’s stanking like some garbage
with a whole lot of young wild hotheads
don’t watch me b+tch watch tv
it’s bin laden b+tch, it’s jb
have n0bu, pop out, go crazy
and if you owe me, n+gga, better pay me
i don’t really care about ’em, i be on my own d+ck
on some f+ck the world sh+t, b+tch, with a long clip
how you rapping this and that, n+gga, you ain’t on sh+t?
cut that sh+t out man
n+gga, you ain’t on sh+t!
[verse 2: filly]
they say, “filly, where the f+ck you been?”
on the drive, where it’s live, counting benjamins
on the drive, where it’s live, where you never been
out late, letterman, we be hitting sh+t
money ain’t a thang, cause i get the sh+t
he could never hang, he ain’t with the sh+t
my block slam, on that gripping sh+t
set rep la on that clippers sh+t
if you want smoke, that’s all you gotta say
hollows hit a n+gga like the freights
money turn a n+gga to a snake
pressure turn a n+gga to the jakes
where the f+ck you at? i be out there everyday
out there getting money, f+ck n+ggas in the way
lil’ n+ggas playing with the guns, put a n+gga in the early grave
n+ggas say they paid in full, n+gga you ain’t even getting paid
you ain’t on sh+t, you a b+tch, you a lame
me and jb, steam dean, hittin lanes
see a opp, whack a opp, n+ggas get changed
he a b+tch, and he ain’t on sh+t
n+ggas tryna network, i be on my own sh+t
i be probably posted or, jugging off the phone sh+t
probably on the block, cause i don’t do that broke sh+t
how you say you 400? n+gga you don’t know slip!

- jb bin laden x filly lyrics

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