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lirik lagu in my city – jayo sama

[verse]
f-ck all that talkin’, i ain’t with that rowdy sh-t
when that chopper hit, bet it make your f-ckin’ body flip
this sh-t over with, you f-ck n-ggas know what time it is
jayo sama home, turn up like it’s the apocalypse
all of my young n-ggas, they be on that catch a body sh-t
i’m a zoe boy, my thirty clip loaded with zombie tips
put the glock down, i’d rather shut this b-tch down with the stick
close range so when i squeeze all them hit
one shot, best believe i’ma hit
i got lil sniper on the roof, he don’t miss
creep up with the broom on your clique
do this for my hood, i’m from 6
this ain’t a game but i’m strapped like gta
i run at po-po, in a stolo switchin’ lanes
i catch a body and i put that on my gang
and i got shooters who’ll run down with the flame, it go bang
ayy, in my city, sh-t quick to get real
i know plenty jits out here doin’ drills
you ain’t really in the streets, you ain’t really built
in the streets without your heat, that’s gon’ get you k!lled
i got shots in my chain, boolin’, call me wilt
you shootin’ drunk, i really aim when i let it rip
chopper bullets flip him, make you do a backflip
i love shootin’ two-two-threes ’cause they m-ssive
when i pull it i’m gon’ put you in a casket
we shoot bullets that’ll go through flay jackets
my hitters don’t think, they down to whack sh-t
make you n-ggas go extinct like jur-ssic
you ain’t on the front line, you ain’t savage
you stay in the background like an ad-lib
n-gga f-ck with my team, get your cap peeled
my n-gga quan pop beans like they advils
i stay clutchin’ on my glock when i’m on the block
i’m really with it all spots, stay ready to pop
i’m quick to blow a n-gga top when i catch an opp
pull me over, i don’t stop, swerve off on the cops
my n-gga fat ahk, he grindin’ like tony hawk
my brother mo catchin’ plays like randy moss
my brother bj got the juice, billy drippin’ sauce
and if you f-ck with my crew, i come through gettin’ off, ayy
way these zoes gon’ hop out with the dirty k
my n-ggas sight, down to increase the murder rate
olo hit that boy with the thirty-eight
i had to turn a n-gga dreads to a boosie fade
n-gga you already dead, ambulance too late
put hollow tips all in your head, now you in the grave
my brother b00boo gon’ stay up, hit you in the face
they tried to send his wrist to death, then he beat the case
we gon’ pull up once we find out where a n-gga livin’
lil bro snipe got the rifle, shootin’ from the ceiling
n-ggas who got beef with us end up disappearing
these crackers really tryna hit my hood with racketeering
i’m wooed up, all i hang around is zombies n-gga
he’ll figure where you at, he gon’ pull up with the tommy n-gga
i’m ’bout it n-gga, i’m so quick to do a homi n-gga
murder in my eyes, what you know ’bout catchin’ a body n-gga?
never lackin’, i keep the strap under my t
you might think i’m flaggin’, until you six feet underneath
pistols get to clappin’ at n-ggas who tryna murder me
i’m ’bout the action in palm beach, i got more beef than burger king
maneuvering, put money first, i’m out here slanging o’s
catch me runnin’ on the road, stick and move, duckin’ trolls
from gardens to jupiter, white boys say i’m dope
i’m good everywhere i go, everybody f-ck with jayo, yeah

- jayo sama

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