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word is bond - joey bada$ lyrics

[verse 1]
got the reggies from the bush
get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my n-ggas push
so i always got the zipstock in the ziplock
stay lo, like ralph lip stock, hit the mary, won’t kiss and tell
my lips locked but my grip’s not so i p-ss it off
real burners, and we ashing off your furniture
f-ck your couch, b-tch, hush your mouth
she said she fell in one of them ls, but l-st don’t count
these chickens don’t love me, they love the account
but they will never know what’s the amount, i keep the hoes in check
’til they bounce, don’t ever let a chick see you withdrawn
these n-ggas want to know what i draw with
but won’t respond to what i’ve drawn
tetrahedrons, take a dose of patron
with knowledge juice and deuce cubes of metatron
they wouldn’t hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone
cella phone, but my line stay h-lla blown
h-lla blown, h-lla blown

[verse 2]
yo houston, we got a problem, copy
four, five hotties in the lobby
said that they can blow the rockets properly, but blow up spots and never stop
like them aki’s, they never get aqui to my property
known around my city like george pataki
young jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki
and round four, i force my large versace
over my big head, cause i don’t live here, she getting too c-cky
won’t spot me in no closet
i ain’t like kels and them
her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton

[verse 3]
i spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees
seven, ain’t gone flow like me, n-gga i’m two-six
i mean too sick, sent to earth just to sh-t
mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, i don’t give two sh-ts
better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping
hit him in his charles d-ckens and strip him for his scottie pippens
cause it’s all about the big pimping
rob him for his nixon, and then question him about his timing
right here, it gets reckless, best advice is
to tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your lexus
cause g-stone crips, they ain’t nothing
to flex with, and billy gang pyru, they really on some next sh-t
so if i were you i would probably ride with two
no fool, not two dudes, two tools
as in deuce-deuce cause n-ggas jack you for your soul
and your new shoes and your jewels too
there’s something about another n-gga having sh-t
that have a n-gga spazzing clips all up in your back and dip
cause it’s all about bagging the baddest chick
stacking them chicks up in saks fifth
but word is bond, you been on
word is bond, you been on

- joey bada lyrics

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