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bad news - og jamie lyrics

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[intro 1: og jamie]
okayyy you already know what the f-ck it is big boss og, king caleb world, jamie the god, the g.o.a.t. from the back block of the 360 trenches, the great president with the hat and the hoodie (start that up for me)

[intro 2: joe$hmoee]
it’s your man joe$hmoee from the f-cking go, n-gg- top 3 sh-t, m-ss (aye) block get your -ss popped let’s get it

[verse 1: joe$hmoee]
gang sh-t, flame sh-t
n-gg-s can’t relate sh-t, stain sh-t
m-ss block n-gg-s love to take sh-t (m-ss block)
straight to his face sh-t
he don’t really say sh-t (boom)
take it, leave him and his bae sitting naked (right)
b-tch in from the go, og jamie just came in
and you know what og jamie came with (aye)
frame b-tch (aye)
play flip to a little thottie in my playlist
lil’ thottie she don’t speak my language gang sh-t
she just know how to get lit (aye)
she just a target she wanna get hit
she wanna go out get lit (aye)
she wanna show out and show out her t-ts (like aye)

[verse 2: og jamie]
hol’ up this that gang sh-t (gang)
this that pull up on a block and then we change it
this that catch a f-cking opp and rearrange him (b-tch)
me and joe$hmoee them guys you can’t hang with (nah)
bro facing dope while i face this d-mn fifth
rolling on the opps like it’s a d-mn spliff
since daedae copped the jawn, it’s like he can’t miss (he can’t)
and i been punchin’ opps since i was a d-mn kid (facts)

[verse 3: joe$hmoee]
i be ridin’ round with the heat winslow (boom boom)
looking for a opp put the heat up out the window (aye)
ridin’ round deep with my big bro
lookin’ for the cops
cause when ever sh-t get hot, gotta get low
joe and og poppin’ like pimples (pimples)
try to f-ck with me og knockin’ out your dentals (boom)
poppin’ at your block better get limbo
gotta extra clip in my ripped jeans b-tch imma bimbo, kimbo (aye) yeah n-gg- get your -ss beat, rollin’ back woods in the back seat smoking on cat pee (dope), even though i was a athlete
joe and og jamie from the motherf-cking back streets (gang)

[verse 4: og jamie]
ok i’m back b-tch (i’m back)
trappin’ out the crib it’s doing back flips
fiends callin’ up my phone while i’m in traffic (for that dope)
rico at the crib tell him bag a zip (bag it)
count that bread cause them shorts we ain’t having it (h-ll no)
block jumpin’ work gone like it’s magic b-tch
don’t want no average hoe, i need a savage chick
h-lla work no 9 to 5 these ain’t your average shifts
and yeah we get in tune (in tune)
might call a b-tch up if n-gg-s in the mood (maybe)
leave them panties at the door with that att-tude (facts)
oh you with your boyfriend, i’ll slap the dude (i’ll slap his -ss)
oh you with your girlfriends bring they -ss too
when plays callin’ gotta leave cause that cash rules
i been runnin’ through these p’s makin’ fast moves (for real)
got the snap rockin’ n-gg-s gettin’ mad nudes
350 on the flops got me actin’ rude (gucci)
gettin’ chicken really got me coppin’ mad shoes
i’m that dude, caleb world you see the tattoo
disrespect his -ss and cross my path it’s gon’ be bad news (gang)

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