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jbillz - stixkznbeamz lyrics

hook jbillz:
p-ssy, sticks, beams, lot of 223’s
your b-tch she in here choosing tryna f-ck on my whole team
sticks, beams, molly and codiene
you know i’m with the gang billy gang be my team

verse 1 jbillz:
sticks, beams, yo b-tch all over me
i told the b-tch get out my face she geeking off the beams
if i got a double cup you know i’m sipping lean
i’m only 17 young n-gga live life like a dream
p-ssy n-ggas tryna figure out the theme
that b-tch -ss n-gga hating but that n-gga get his flow from me
but it’s a shame, they still can’t be me
how the f-ck is you street when yo -ss rat to the police
p-ssy n-gga, you a whole snitch
how the f-ck you real when sincere ran off with yo sh-t
dirty sticks, jbillz stay with the sh-t
can’t have no girlfriend, i’m in love with my stick
i put a 30 on my 40 now that is a extended clip
don’t make me go gorilla and go baba letta nuts
i pull up on yo block and i air that b-tch out
go f-ck on yo b-tch, jbillz never heard of a drought
she said you broke, and yo b-tch dress like a b-tch
and got no feelings, i can’t put my all into no b-tch
these b-tches they be plotting, set you up for a brick
these b-tches they be dirty, they be on some grimey sh-t
that’s why i one night them, i can’t let them see no brick
cause if you try me, that’s 15 on your head
don’t give a f-ck about your team, don’t play about my bread
and if you f-cking snitch, that’s 15 more up on your head
i swear my billy’s brazy, f-ck with us you end up dead
yea, you f-ck with us you end up dead

hook jbillz:
sticks, beams, a lot of 223’s
yo b-tch she in here choosing trying to f-ck on my whole team
sticks, beams, molly and codine
you know i’m with the gang billy gang be my team

verse 2 slime dollaz:
you can not come away tricking
this that big blood, lil slime d
try to knock a youngin off his pivot, you go need yo whole d-mn team
50 round drum on my glock, and i swear i’m ready to mother f-cking squeeze
be ready to die, i know you not bout it, y’all n-ggas shoot at the motherf-cking sky
i am a k!ller with this 30 i fell like jima
y’all n-ggas soft, y’all steady talking, why you ain’t drilling
we 50 deep up in the club i’m with my n-ggas
i got the pistol in the party, come and get me
you say you bos then show a 100 or a 50
i don’t respect n-ggas that shoot up houses, y’all some b-tches
and how the f-ck this n-gga claim he gd but he billy?

- jbillz lyrics

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