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skitz - ebk jaaybo lyrics

[intro]
g block (g block)
ayy (ayy)
ayy (ayy)

[chorus]
ain’t come with a g fee then she ain’t hopping in this load
can’t babysit a b*tch, just me and baby dracy on the road
twenty one hours type sh*t, spin as soon as we get the lo’
dumbass wanted the trade slaps, i gave his goofy ass a ghost
i’m off this 30, but i ain’t loafing, i’m on ten
westlanek, heard they was at that store, i slid and did my sh*t
from nightingale, ain’t nothing like your older homie, he got stripped
pop door, ain’t nothing like these other rappers, i got skits

[verse]
hit montclair, the neighbors taking pictures with me, i’m a donkey
on seventh street with vvs’s on my neck, i feel like slo*be
before i started talkin’ spicy in these songs, i popped their older homie
jumped out with maxx, i kicked it off, he went and got the tackle for me, you get it?
heard he a lover boy, i’m utilizing b*tches
spoke on my bro, gon’ get that b by any means for my n*gga
waist deep in this sh*t, lost bro and that’s on tina i’ve been spinnin’
left him with a zipper, hit him six times, how he livin’?
i gotta hop in load for bro, ’cause i felt that in my soul
had a b before the rap, ask the suckers, n*ggas know
stay off live, if you don’t stay outside, i’m coming if they home
i need a fee now, these hoes ain’t want a g when i was broke
the last n*gga didn’t die, i shed a tear when he lived
i hit him six times, i know that i put fear in that b*tch
special attachments on the dracy, making sure that i don’t miss
ran down on cuh, he shouldn’t never ran his lips
if you ain’t got a body, shut the f*ck up
n*gga, you can’t f*ck with me
baby, i need fully on my gun, i don’t love semi
got her lo’ and still think this b*tch janky, ain’t no trust in me
ayy, when i catch you, you gon’ run with him
g block
[chorus]
ain’t come with a g fee then she ain’t hopping in this load
can’t babysit a b*tch, just me and baby dracy on the road
twenty one hours type sh*t, spin as soon as we get the lo’
dumbass wanted the trade slaps, i gave his goofy ass a ghost
i’m off this 30, but i ain’t loafing, i’m on ten
westlanek, heard they was at that store, i slid and did my sh*t
from nightingale, ain’t nothing like your older homie, he got stripped
pop door, ain’t nothing like these other rappers, i got skits

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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