ville – out that jam lyrics
[intro: capo & ville]
gang, glo gang, fff woo
ayy, gang, ayy man
ayy, we on that gang sh+t
fff beep, bang bang
ayy, you know how i’m comin’ man
glo gang, blood gang
ayy, ayy
[chorus: ville]
they ain’t f+ckin’ with my bread, not a single loaf
we be smokin’ on the dead, holdin’ their dope
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh (gang)
[verse 1: ville]
[chorus: ville]
they ain’t f+ckin’ with my bread, not a single loaf
we be smokin’ on the dead, holdin’ their dope
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
[verse 2: capo]
when i pull the burners, 12 hundred for the shoes, we ain’t to the lose n+gga
when i get the shoes, man i think i’m cool or i might act a fool n+gga
you won’t catch me solo, late night cruisin’, 60shot pack a tool n+gga
man, i slide up on me, try to run up on me, i can assume you a fool n+gga
me and wop smokin’ dope with fools, 30 out what it do n+gga?
now i see the lights get behind me, f+ck the bricks, vroom, what it do n+gga? (skrt)
all these n+ggas standin’ around lookin’ at my face, tell me who is you n+gga?
you too close and you’re not my homie, get the f+ck back, 60shot shoot a n+gga
[chorus: ville]
they ain’t f+ckin’ with my bread, not a single loaf
we be smokin’ on the dead, holdin’ their dope
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
[verse 3: yaya white]
[chorus: ville]
they ain’t f+ckin’ with my bread, not a single loaf
we be smokin’ on the dead, holdin’ their dope
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
get up out that jam, get up out that jam, uh
heard you out here on that opp, bet that get you fanned up
223 in this 4 nikel, get up out that jam, uh
Random Lyrics
- belly – moment of silence lyrics
- brian david gilbert – counting petals lyrics
- ginny di – jolly sailor bold lyrics
- perrie – rules | روولز lyrics
- kyle deutsch – can’t get enough remix lyrics
- tim hicks – hands up lyrics
- sebastianismos – se nem deus agrada todo mundo, muito menos eu lyrics
- disl automatic – the triumvirate lyrics
- ronniboi – kiss kiss lyrics
- sidi bou said – rat king lyrics