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west coast flow (remix) - retro jb lyrics

intro (retro jb) we going crazy, we up on the remix , n*gga talking tough then i get a n*gga t**th hit!!!

(retro jb): ten minus four i’m sending out six shots
you know me i ain’t chasing no sick thots
n*gga still shine but i don’t wear a wristw*tch
she gotta new care and she finna take the tints off
just like a janitor i carry big mops
n*gga can’t rap so n*gga stop with your hip hop
it must be a army i’m sending a blitz off
next n*gga play in the field he gon get popped

verse 2 (møønxhild222 & sir sanny): get popped, revolver hold six shots, told the lil b*tch from the back gimme good top & good wap, yeah i’m finna g walk, on yo block , run ricky run how a n*gga got popped, yeah i need the gas need the ziploc
shawty wanna f*ck i just want thе top, money keep coming in gotta count up the guap, *why you always coming b*tch* b*tch you bettеr f*cking stop, talking that sh*t but yo ass just got dropped, when she hop on that d*ck better do a bunny hop, ion f*ck with y’all n*ggas y’all n*ggas some cops, ion keep a mac b*tch i keep a f*cking glock

verse 3: (retro jb): stop lying lemme know what the truth be, chopper kicking shii like it’s bruce lee, ion smoke weed that make me a loose leaf, caught him outside & i hit him with a two piece
she got boring so i had to cut a b*tch off, i keep a rocket so you know i gotta lift off, n*gga beefing bout a b*tch i was p*ssed off
this chopper make a n*gga dance do the crip walk

verse 4: sativa slimerich) ima die for respect p*ssy boy you ain’t with it, said you want smoke i’m finna get to k!lling, getting in trouble with them lions & gorillas, say you want smoke ima real ass k!ller, smoking on the pressure pack smoking on the cookies, say you want smoke i’m finna have to cook ya, put him in a bagel put him in a kitchen, dope rocking b*tch you know you really did it, hanging with the gems hanging with them critens, throwing up the fours but i won’t tote a forty b*tch, she wanna take that d*ck she a sporty b*tch, not playing madden finna send a blitz

chorus: (retro jb): ten minus four i’m sending out six shots
you know me i ain’t chasing no sick thots
n*gga still shine but i don’t wear a wristw*tch
she gotta new care and she finna take the tints off

- retro jb lyrics

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