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anybody - baby jamo lyrics

[intro: baby jamo]
(hey [?])
(hey arod, hey long live whites) (hey whiteboy hey whiteboy) (big*big*big*bigbossb*tta on the beat)
(uh, long live reek and buggs n*gga)
(long live glock)
(long live rackz) (this a anti beat)
(hey free savage n*gga, free giz)
(uh) (long live drip, long live ahk, free [?] free shiesty)
(for real, free shiesty, free sd)
hey tall wall (this is petro gang)

[chorus: baby jamo]
we up on that hill we serving bags like it’s a farm
when i lost my n*gga whites my youngings dropping bombs
tapping your nugget we don’t shoot at no arms
riding with rod i’m off of that don
glock 22 with the switch in the palm, uh, [?] be gone in a second
mook with me repping he say that i’m destined
jail ain’t sh*t it just taught mе a lesson
free sd sh*t used to get hеctic
up on that hill you know what i’m repping, uh
yeah i know arod he with me know [?] young n*gga keep that drac’
only three n*ggas in this car we going up the opps we need our sp*ce

[verse 1: baby jamo]
[?] i got that switch
riding with sd hit me a b*tch
lil’ double o and he stay on their rip
yung threat fishing you better not slip
and i got me some money ain’t worried ’bout no b*tch
ain’t wearing purples amiri my drip
they see that i’m having they all on my d*ck i don’t f*ck with these b*tches they tryna get me k!lled
uh, i don’t think with my d*ck, yeah these b*tches they tryna give that drop up
yeah i get drunk but i ain’t geeking to f*ck nothing
when i get drunk i be geeking to pop something
for real, yeah, tell a lil’ n*gga go load with them glocks up
mook coming out and we giving them drops bro
[?] b*tch on the rip [?] on ahk we gon’ spark something
uh, no i’m not the same n*gga
get out the car i be banging my pistol
the opps they [?] video and pictures
uh, yeah, for real, [?] i got a lil’ richer
they know that i’m wall i used to be sliding
n*gga say he got the drop on tall, might as well stake out
n*gga i got that word i ride with switch and bring that drac’ out
yeah i made a n*gga crash yeah, nah i ain’t faking ’bout it
denting their car had to reroute it i spin through their hood and see about it
no i’m not lil’ jefe but my younging yeah he active as sh*t
yeah i ain’t riding in no uber n*gga i’m beefing on ahk i ain’t riding no lyft
nah i ain’t riding with people that’s pulling over, ’cause i’m riding with switch
glock 30s ’cause i’m backdoor con artist n*gga, yeah it’s right in the dip
[verse 2: arod somebody & baby jamo]
[?] i ain’t owe a n*gga sh*t, huh
and you know i keep a glizzy but you know that b*tch a ten
man he got up in that room and went and told them people sh*t
man you know these n*ggas tip soon as you go up on their rip
i’ma shine like a sun on these b*tch*ass n*ggas ain’t getting no money get cracked and their mother go make a gofundme
these n*ggas ain’t active they shooting at nothing
them switches they rapping these n*ggas can’t duck it
try to run off with pack and got hit with like twenty
ain’t got to double back ’cause that sh*t done got [?]
should’ve worn a light jacket he drowning in a puddle (hey tall wall)

[chorus: baby jamo]
we up on that hill we serving bags like it’s a farm
when i lost my n*gga whites my youngings dropping bombs
tapping your nugget we don’t shoot at no arms
riding with rod i’m off of that don
glock 22 with the switch in the palm, uh, [?] be gone in a second
mook with me repping he say that i’m destined
jail ain’t sh*t it just taught me a lesson
free sd sh*t used to get hectic
up on that hill you know what i’m repping, uh
yeah i know arod he with me know [?] young n*gga keep that drac’ (hey tall)
only three n*ggas in this car we going up the opps we need our sp*ce (hey tall, hey tall)

[outro: baby jamo]
on ahk
hey arod
hey, [?] sh*t
[?]
hey, arod, on ahk, on ahk, on ahk

- baby jamo lyrics

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