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o twins - j.b2 lyrics

part 1

[verse 1: j.b2]
shhhh!
take a bit of the fairy dust and give it to nitty – -tsk-
f-ck off dodgy, uh, then pop pop on the physical one
with a ticker and bell tryna cuff up your son
jugjug just pack up the p and bun
you’re the opposite side, you could never be “bro”, cuh, your mentality
stylish! the way i rap with a bit of gun lean, it’s ‘dif, tiffany love it
make a man hobbit, baby just stop it, make a man shove it, make a girl tek it
we got zach and cody in ends
i pull over the catty, bro’s dem tryna make jokes but i believe she’s patterned, now i feel like it’s 50/50
-tsk- -tsk-
come tek a s-xy donut’s, gotta jeet then skeet, dot dot persona, dot, -tsk-, dot dot persona
tryna surf on pum, it’s sweet like sugar, come, tek a s-xy donut’s
huh, -tsk-, she catting for jug and j.b2, she catting to mona, lisa

[verse 2: jugjug]
ju-julius b my bro, mash that work then get that dough
f-ck’s sake, best stash this snow
opps on ropes, you know, you know
doing up pack, on my own
catch that man, a bag of bones
j.b bring him back to the dome
i say’s “good luck” and he stash them bones
fed’s on me, we are known
the brokest man best get that loan
fly it back, whip it back
suck that, bro slap bro, ol’ joe
uh, uh? i got that flow, f-ck with my team then you might get blown
no face, no case, i ain’t tryna get cased, no way no face is shown
tryna fly to the top b, don’t @ me i don’t give a toss b
tryna buss case, on the daily
ain’t cuffing nun dem ladies
tryna fly up to the top b, don’t @ me i don’t give a toss b
tryna buss case, on the daily
ain’t cuffing nun dem ladies

part 2

[verse 1: j.b2]
kwaasi-si
jug cover your face like muslim
gullible chick, when she speak to me
i beg her pardon, listen madam, you better pattern, or get out my face
zero tosses, we tap to the head
c-curve it, beckham, baby
huh, if i feel like suarez i can shoot like ivanovic
let’s go shawty, bruk your bat me wan pon-pon (beck it!)

you’re done-done
riv up the mood and pick up the slack you bum-bum
five foot, midget
on the badmon, kiddin, give it, uh
she could feel it, the tv off, stubborn, f-ck it
f-ck off ghana, plus f-ck off edo
i’m the best, some f-ck off baddo
i don’t know you, give ucky below
big up akin, man give her fenwa
put on the shh, its a sticky one still
jb too loose, get gully widda drill
season with crud, from early couldn’t chill
don’t bother, drag me baby, get off
henry, how can you be so horrid, tryna tarnish perfect peter
couldn’t drog the wings like didier
boss,-tsk- cut off my easter
but, i didn’t care less, give ora she rita
i’m on it cause she was with it, man dig it, she tek it, rah, gully!

[verse 2: jugjug]
comin’ up with a reload
cause i shoot, never miss that, freethrow
man a real fat yute like deeno
or man a real black yute like eo
tryna cross me? i don’t think so
best bal up, valentino
bust a head up, man it’s peak though
bust a head up, man it’s peak though
-tsk-
likkle my flow, woah woah
chattin sh-t, you get blown
comin’ up with a hard one go opp block on my own
wear your vest, wear your vest
chattin sh-t, you get thrown
chat your crop you get tossed, stopped then run, b-tch and moan
roar roar like a lion
man’s like a m is it ambulance or the tridents
f-ck the feds and their sirens
yutes come, pull up pull up, then knife them
i just skeet skrrt and keep fighting
f-ck the statements and the writing
ten toes from the feds is just tirin’
better watch what you say
end of the room, jugjug’s up, things go cray
manny trap hammers for days
my guy greasy left my guy dazed
and ol’ joe made a guy pray
jugged em up, no other way
090, av9 for days

- j b2 lyrics

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