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lirik lagu yeah – baby jamo

[intro]
(yeah!)
came home from the feds and turned into something
[?] getting them bags i hope they don’t go through my luggage
first 48—
hey tall wall
hey tall
go, go, let’s go (yeah)

[chorus]
(yeah!)
came home from the feds and turned into something
[?] getting them bags i hope they don’t go through my luggage
first 48 i [?] me a ten piece n*gga that sh*t [?] nothing
[?] when you run up some hundreds you know that you getting some money

[verse]
i ran up some hundreds i’m still wearing forces
i put on amiris [?] jordans
i’m up on my [?] i’m feeling likе jordan the feds get bеhind me they know that i’m going
i’m feeling like gordon my feet on my car
i be working the drac’ like this b*tch a guitar
hitting that fn b*tch hit hard
if it’s a mbox 30 or fn five*seven n*gga it send you to god
send you to god it send you above
have your men they’re circling up your mother crying got sent with the doves
yeah i’m screaming “long live whites and long live reek and long live buggs”
last n*gga speaking on whites, had his mother giving out motherf*cking hugs
run up my first 40 sh*t about nothing i had to stand on the block and i banged (let’s go)
n*gga i’m riding with ark, he going to [?] get over lax and [?]
catching them pounds and catching them planes
catching them bags i’m handing ’em off
catching that candy this sh*t getting off
my opps be wishing that they’re tall wall
wish i would fall
shoveling sh*t and i’m getting that cash
shoveling sh*t and i’m getting them racks
and n*ggas ain’t spending tell [?] “get back”
man this sh*t is mandatory that tall gotta walk with a [?]
man i might just sneak some dogfood with a lil’ fent’ i’m up in the spot
selling these bags this sh*t gotta get off
the feds hit the spot and we flushing [?]
in the q60s i’m a motherf*cking dog
i ain’t jacking no whip [?]
i ain’t doing no bragging you know i’m a reaper
don’t beef with tall just ask for a feature
feel like alias smoke, n*gga i f*ck on your b*tch and know i’ma leave her
[chorus]
(yeah!)
came home from the feds and turned into something
[?] getting them bags i hope they don’t go through my luggage
first 48 i [?] me a ten piece n*gga that sh*t [?] nothing
[?] when you run up some hundreds you know that you getting some money

[outro]
[?] ain’t nothing
f*cking them b*tches ain’t nothing
get off the don and i motherf*cking crush him (yeah!)

- baby jamo

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