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joez legal - joez lyrics

got big brothers in the vehicle ten toes ting like its legal
touch your n-gg-s in the kila take your bread like a seagull
i don’t wanna hit that zoo the food over there’s out dated
how can you claim that were beefing time that you saw me skating
the money keeps coming and coming, my stack is inflating, percentages of pounds, that’s the bread that were braking, never said i did but they ain’t ever letting it bang
might skrr in a dinga might skrr in a cab

chorous
talking that crease, everybody loves talking that trash talking that crease, everybody loves talking that trash talking that crease, everybody loves talking that trash
talking that crease, everybody loves talking that trash

heavy p yh we swetting, i be sin need a revering
your boys they were legging
pulled a thirty they were stressing
you ain’t got the money what’s the essence
i got the moves and i got the knives
you know imma still make that bop tonight
with a couple man and we bursted
we don’t want no blood but we thirsty
can’t step to man cos we the first team

hand tings bare in the pocket, hand tings dere they don’t lock it
my brother other there he will pop it
i’ve been over here and i’ve been other there
but the mats is still one h-ll of a skeng, don’t act brave
don’t act bad left in the amnes came in a cab
shoes on deck like skruller
can’t touch yg other there cos soon y l go inner
but i make your girlfriends lips bigger
quick money you make like slug
shower n-gg- k24 hudda at brown with the plug
a pengting a badders she’s b-tters a where from the squad she a uckers
she ucking and topping the squad she topping and popping the youngers
we doing the music we making the music i wanna see numbers
tryna share life we don’t wanna see pave no doc-ments
because our plans they go big like binoculars
no face no case that’s anonymous, i see digits, and i count
we see bully bags and they bounce
we see performances we see crowds, we don’t see negatives we see pounds
i will leave my mop in a opp, coz the man role out with a semi send my man for the glop
started from the bottom tell a n-gg- now man aim for the top
corn with heils in his leg, now he’s walk with a lean and bop

feds wanna put me in back cos a man like repz too mad
tell him i was in the pen i was doing reps like mad
they pulled up we dashed
i hollered at repz we did ten toes the feds chased us mad
coz we don’t wanna see our n-gg-s in the bag send for me i ain’t sending back
low with the beef ting your brothers lack

- joez lyrics

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