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out on bail - ebk jaaybo lyrics

[intro: ebk jaaybo, elvis crespo]
algo en tu cara me facina
that’s on y’all brother i’m on…
algo en tu cara me da vida
lot of n*ggas from the hood, lot of n*ggas brother
¿será tu sonrisa?
¿será tu sonrisa?
not from the hood? n*ggas can’t say n*gga not from the g
n*ggas for surely not ebk, two*one, js

[verse: ebk jaaybo]
aye, aye, aye
baby i get jiggy, fell in love with pink fifties and them green dubs
and you could lose your whole d*mn arm for throwin’ threes up
i pop n*ggas too, ain’t trippin’ off that lil’ mean mug
don’t instigate a fight cause i’m gon’, ah
turned the fully to a lock
out on bail, the feds hot
four nickle jump, i gotta aim it at his chest to hit his top
a couple k!llers coming home, they need free my n*gga, ra
from jordan court to seventh street, they know who really bendin’ blocks
head taps, he got a glass fade, come make a dub off rappin’ on a bad day
i know he cappin’ in them songs, they got no bag, that n*gga had to pay
threw rubix cube on baby drac, aye lil’ n*gga, what’s your mag game?
fat n*gga, but i still can do that dance and make my back break
you know my gang or wire taps, don’t hit my phone about no bodies
the case was closed, i can’t believe you told the police that we popped him
don’t say the homie name b*tch, over bro i’m kamikaze
sendin’ b*tches still my hobby
walked up close before i dropped him
amg, slap that thing in sport mode and drive faster
keep yo gleek close when it’s time to go, it might matter
this b*tch know better than to raise her voice at a life sn*tcher
i just turned my lil’ n*gga to a fly exterminator
you must’ve loss your d*mn mind, you think that i ain’t gettin’ paper
eliminate a opp with malice, slowly breathin’ with his face up
can’t let no b*tch play with my time like i’m a simp, hoe i’m a playa
gave me the bag, i send her down in baltimore with the ravens
drac thang ain’t pullin’ up with nothin’ smaller
say bout’ the b*tch, i heard the pain in his voice when he called her
i’m really present when it’s smoke, ain’t going back and forth with blogger
i know it hurt, ah ha, your brother died, try harder
ain’t nun’ less than a spartan
jeez, i was hittin’ hits at seventeen
free my twin, they tryna say my brother clipped a n*gga wings
loadin’ up the *rs*nal
jaaybo spinnin’ when it’s beef
he made a song ’bout slobe, i catch the b*tch, i’m kickin’ in his t**th
gle six*three, i might just grab the porsche truck
he makin’ songs like we ain’t spinnin’ for our bro, the score up
don’t say slo*be name in vain, i’m really trippin’ ’bout my blood
free b from the dub, nightingale, gs up
i ain’t gotta act like i’on got it on me, cause i do
just me and maxx, we ain’t on separate type of times, we tryna hoop
you think you under, n*gga f*ckin’ with them snitches, you ain’t bool
i get the lo’ and spin through
on phelps street, just me and tuce
the label came and drop that bag, yeah i got it goin’ on
hit up my plug in az, i need them glocks for the low
if you ain’t terrorize the opp, then i would not put him on
it look like 50 in the chopper, but that’s not what it hold
hunnit rounds in that b*tch, it’s a switchy inside
since play introduced him to me, i need switchies on mine
used to need ten for the feature
now i’m switchin’ the price
and get her, issue whole time i was down, she need d*ck in her life
famous n*gga, but i’m still finna slide
play with bands, i can spot a hunnit bands with one eye
think i’m p*ssy? push up on me, it’s gon’ be a gun fight
you f*ck with suckas, then you that blood, i ain’t lettin’ nun’ slide
three hoes in my load, this finna be a fun ride
i got evil thoughts, was death on my sucka, then he died
at times i turn in to the reaper, still been on that type of time
my opp ain’t got no legs, but walkin’ sh*t down when he on live, two*one, js
[outro: ebk jaaybo]
free p**py, free maxx, free leek, free play

- ebk jaaybo lyrics

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