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free tall - ehuncho & baby jamo lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, turn me up in the headphones, 6ix)
(go, ayy, let’s go) (huncho)
(this sh*t too easy like, doing the hook and then came back)
(ight, ight)
(ight) (this is petro gang)

[verse]
n*ggas say we cl!cking up, nah, yeah, these n*ggas tricked (you got it wrong, uh)
yeah, we losing men and taking n*ggas, n*gga we coming different
if your hood try to f*ck with us, they ain’t on nothing, we bag ’em for business
stacking up this paper, feel like rod wave, n*gga, i’m road to riches
i’m in something wop and i’m going to go jack him
n*gga look like he got diamonds stuck to his wrist, i’m screaming “i got him”
i’m beefing with some n*ggas, shop at last stop or they go in [?]
i’m catching them bags and i’m catching them flights and i’m getting it back, i feel like a pilot
i go up the wood, i’m [?], n*gga, i’m boot loving with [?]
you know how i’m coming, this murder for hire
i get out the car, i was bumping that drac’ and he fell on the floor and i watched him collapse
i’m spinning their rip ‘fore i get on the track
and i’m spinning up top and i’m doubling back
n*ggas know ’bout tall, i tie up these b22s up, sending them shots (hey tall wall)
glock 23c right on my hip and i spin with that drac’ and them n*ggas try and duck
give a f*ck with the hill, n*gga, we spinning that b*tch, we screaming out “f*ck”
get drunk with them b*tches, them bottles for free
2active he back and i’m screaming “free reapa”
one thing ’bout them opps, n*gga, they’re hot, they don’t wanna free sd
might smoke a capone, might drink a little don, but n*gga don’t get it twisted
n*gga, i don’t need no section 8 voucher to hop in that car a n*gga going fish
catch us a main one, his ass gon’ get it
you speaking on whites, you get put on a pendant
n*gga might hop in the trx or a scat, bris’ go motherf*cking infiniti
n*gga still got jail weight, n*gga, i get your b*tch, on bro, i’ma trash her (hey tall wall)
n*gga, i done f*cked up her wig, n*gga, my sheets came off, i knocked off her lashes
and free all of the members, they don’t f*ck with [?]
i don’t f*ck with them [?] i f*ck with [?] gun, n*gga, you gone keep it a hundred?
trying to catch me a bid, i still miss him
my gun go phew, i don’t f*ck with no semi
tell ’em “free lil’ rackz ’til he get back with it”
really threw a 60 ball on that motherf*cking [?]
should’ve jumped that fence and i’m mad i ain’t hit him
that 60 was rolling, that b*tch ain’t jam
and i’m working this b*tch as long as i got hands
pizzaface go in [?], or he hitting last stop when he need him some pants
when you trolling the men, you can’t go home
i could change my ways, my mind still gone (mind still gone)
n*ggas ain’t chihuahuas, n*gga, we don’t aim for no ankles, we aim for the dome (man, we aim for domes)
you can call me nick cannon, i’m working the stick when i spin
n*gga, i don’t do no attempts
try to lock in with 37th and them foxes, n*gga, you gotta go bend
[outro]
(hey, tall wall)
(hey)
ight

- ehuncho baby jamo lyrics

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