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embroidery - j.a.b. lyrics

47 patches on the left, pet shoulder, pet in all the bike
tryin to go whole package it’s over, over flow and pot hoes,
but .. is not nose, ‘ but my n-gg- we too cold,
took a step to the play, reason when they take the pay
i’m the type of n-gg- let you stay, but you can’t have my place,
real n-gg-s in the state ..right as base sh-t,
looking for the cows on this steady place,
making new scenarios, labels cop me place
don’t try to blame me as you get away
and your mind and then you create .. achieve
but we better concentrate, under blow like f-ck the dough,
but you so wet, but you think i got my bucket for,
thought in all these hoes and everything must go,
know this counts n-gg- pay top shelf,
you know like you keeping pushing out
i don’t need your help 47, uh it ain’t over mine

yeah we runnin’ low key, represent the og’s
i can’t do it no more ’cause the vision kind of blury
fick n-gg- that make it and pop n-gg-s that take it,
with that lead be sh-t a little n-gg- tryin’ escape it,
real n-gg-s that fake it, let me rock in coming down sh-t
coming down to guarantee then the more holy ground,
47 holdin’ grounds, shout f-ck is going round,
this the last drowning and i guarantee you that,
f-cker, f-ckers, high
it’s 47 ..

your first to be killed and probably splat in your abs
i’m back in the labs i .. like the american flag
land in the free so why the f-ck i’m still in the trap
well well now would you listen to that
and this world that live with you i can’t even trust my own fam
ripping all in your flash like i’m just an old .. .. this come
throw em in the back body of course, and body the force
prove points just to stunt the score, they can’t see me but my third eye in ..
i’m down to earth tough, i’m hotter than course
solo platches i’m lying the long listen to me ball, boss

yo yo, lord up the chopper pop the rock the head is stop you from block you my chocolate
spittin’ since the hot lovers so proper
i’m hittin’ the shots just to knock you quicker than coppers and coolers for all of my partners
nothing new catanas we have it all, what you want it already know
and come the .. with your stomach, won’t even run but love it
will be gun thuggin f-ck buzzin up
we straight muggin’ up tracks fall back and tax say rap
used to cr-p rap motherf-cker dumb for rider at at.

- j a b lyrics

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