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wait 4 u 2 die - joe blow lyrics

[chorus: black jesus]
what is the issue?
them n*ggas wait for you to die so they can miss you
what is you into?
them n*ggas waiting for you to die so they can diss you
what is you into?
them n*ggas wait for you to die so they can miss you
i’m like what is the issue?
them n*ggas waiting for you to die so they can diss you

[verse 1: black jesus]
appleton street b*tch, selling straight rock
up another hunnid thousand when the chase drops
i can have a little brodie throw a face shot
i’m minding for my n*gga’s b*tch but i hate opps
guns like taliban, h*lla baby k’s like we al*qaeda
they want a n*gga dead, throw some gunfire
we don’t only throw bullets, can’t n0body find ya
keep corn in this tec, i want blow money
he say “h*lla long work turn to long monеy”
can’t a p*ssy ass n*gga get a song from me
brodie need to chop a tree, comе get a saw from me
i think these n*ggas scared to death and call the law for me
lil cuddy got life, he used to rob from me
say he ready, poke suttin, crack a jaw for me
doing life with no parole, f*ck the law buddy
i just floss some margiela, colour all bl**dy
sh*t i can’t take it to the grave but i love money
me and bro fresh to death, black and blow money
watch us both run it up, crack and ho money
i don’t even know you n*ggas so what is you into?
and i don’t really give a f*ck but what is the issue?
[chorus: black jesus]
what is the issue?
them n*ggas wait for you to die so they can miss you
what is you into?
them n*ggas waiting for you to die so they can diss you
what is you into?
them n*ggas wait for you to die so they can miss you
i’m like what is the issue?
them n*ggas waiting for you to die so they can diss you

[verse 2: joe blow]
i got a g for every bump on your face
i’m in the building, got a thing on my waist
the only thing i ever duck is a case
“f*ck the boys” what i scream in a chase
slid a letter to the teller, told her “empty your safe”
full of sh*ts so i’ma empty the k, b*tch i’m him in the bay
i buy the b*tch to hit for ten in a day
i smoke cookies now, i give it away
swear these boyfriend pimping n*ggas up in a way
i’m in gucci everything, all you can do is a belt
ain’t no handouts, n*ggas gotta do it for self
i ain’t ever paid a shooter, i can shoot it myself
can tell you never played with guns, n*ggas shooting theirself
yous a clown and we the kings of the town
ask my jeweller, i done spent over three hunnid thou
to the neck with a tec, sh*t i don’t be with a crowd
i’m with the sh*t that you be speaking about
[chorus: black jesus]
what is the issue?
them n*ggas wait for you to die so they can miss you
what is you into?
them n*ggas waiting for you to die so they can diss you
what is you into?
them n*ggas wait for you to die so they can miss you
i’m like what is the issue?
them n*ggas waiting for you to die so they can diss you

- joe blow lyrics

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