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young slo-be – #freejubanga lyrics

[intro: ju banga]
([?] bone)
you ain’t no stepper from your section, boy
i ain’t beefing on the gram ’cause i ain’t getting booked with n+ggas

[chorus: ju banga]
you ain’t no stepper from your section, boy, stop with all that woofing, n+gga (boy)
five+sevens hit him in his chest, said he’ll cook a n+gga (ayy, ayy)
i ain’t beefing on the gram ’cause i ain’t getting booked with n+ggas
sorry for the wait, down the road 12 took a n+gga ([?] bone)
[verse 1: ju banga]
n+ggas woofing on my name, tell them n+ggas step then
thirty in the 23, b+tch, twenty in the fn
[?], that’s why i ain’t get the job done
don’t put a k behind my hood, b+tch, if you ain’t drop nothing
n+ggas talking tough on me, dog ain’t never stepped through
treat thesе lil n+ggas like my sons, they need a step stool
banging to thе rescue, call me when you need me, n+gga
walkups what i do, on my mama, this sh+t easy, n+gga ([?] bone, ayy, ayy)
12 hit me down the road, you ain’t never did a bid
pop it like a firework then pull up where your mama live
drakies, yeah, all kind of sh+t, we stop by them b+tches too
n+ggas keep my name inside they mouth but ain’t did sh+t to ju
[?] nightingale, catch me on them backstreets
last n+gga i tried to run up on, he was a athlete
i don’t do the show and tell, c+ck it back and clap [?]
can’t name a time i ever froze, dead homies, ask [?] ([?] bone)
glock 20 ten milli, knock a sucker head off
n+ggas change, b+tches fold, can’t believe i fed y’all (gang)
run it up until i can’t like something took my legs off
don’t f+ck with me, then f+ck it, n+gga, slide and drop that lead off

[chorus: ju banga]
you ain’t no stepper from your section, boy, stop with all that woofing, n+gga (stop with all that woofing, n+gga)
five+sevens hit him in his chest, said he’ll cook a n+gga
i ain’t beefing on the gram ’cause i ain’t getting booked with n+ggas (ayy)
sorry for the wait, down the road 12 took a n+gga ([?] bone, ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: young slo+be]
nah, we ain’t beefing on the gram and getting booked with n+ggas
free [?], that’s my chef, he really cook with n+ggas (free the thugs, n+gga)
heard dog got hit up in his sh+t and still ain’t took a n+gga (what?)
bounce out the load, do my dance and get tricky, n+gga
nah, we ain’t beefing on the gram and getting booked with n+ggas
free [?], that’s my chef, he really cook with n+ggas (free the thugs, n+gga)
heard dog got hit up in his sh+t and still ain’t took a n+gga (what?)
bounce out the load, do my dance and get tricky, n+gga
posted up on nightingale looking like a light pole ([?] sh+t, n+gga)
when it’s time to slide you don’t abuse, why you got pole? (why you got that?)
skeam in the cut, all i say is “ready, set, go”
nice tackle, we the saints, we play for the dome
catch him on them backstreets, do a opp like ricky, n+gga
ayy, that’s my g+unit, boy, don’t touch that fifty, n+gga (don’t touch that fifty, n+gga)
ayy, ju, remember when we dropped off that fifty, n+gga?
ayy, ayy, on 21, we’ll get at any n+ggas

[chorus: ju banga & young slo+be]
you ain’t no stepper from your section, boy, stop with all that woofing, n+gga (stop with all that woofing, n+gga)
five+sevens hit him in his chest, said he’ll cook a n+gga
i ain’t beefing on the gram ’cause i ain’t getting booked with n+ggas (ayy)
sorry for the wait, down the road 12 took a n+gga (, free the thugs, n+gga)

- young slo be lyrics

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